Kaput
one eight-hundred NOTHING
that’s the number that you call
that charge-free line to NO ONE
when you’ve cracked a hip or fall
should you have dire emergencies
and need some schmuck to care
dial six-six-eight, four-four-six-four
it’s for sure … I WON’T be there.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, April 13, 2023
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