Out of Gas
I had decided to go through with it
and this time it was serious
not just another
melodramatic episode
brought on by events
that were beyond
my control
this was the real thing
a calm calculated decision
I had taken care of outstanding debts
paid up bills, ran errands
mowed the lawn
and fixed a leaking tap
words are subject to interpretation
and could never adequately express
what I really wanted to say
so I didn't leave a note
I locked myself in the garage
stuck a length of hose up the exhaust
got in and closed the door
I sat there chocking on fumes
when suddenly the car conked out
looking at the instrumentation panel
I couldn't believe my eyes
out of all the stupid mistakes I'd made
this was surely the best
sitting there like a complete idiot
holding onto the steering wheel
would you believe
I'd ran out of gas
* penned by
Scarecrow Joe
Copyright © Mark Poynter | Year Posted 2005
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