Melancholy Memory
It’s no longer here.
Gone is my set of wheels.
Pieces of glass lie here.
My car’s gone.
We called the police.
A report was filled out.
Gave them all the details.
What was next?
An insurance claim
was made on the next day.
“Gone”, what else could I say.
Is there hope?
The deductible
I had to get myself,
took all of my money.
Not funny.
People of the world
How cruel can they all be?
Are they too blind to see?
Rot in hell!
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2013
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