The Night
Mr. Pickles went to ease his marital
tensions in a bar, visible with neon lights-
unfortunately he had left his wallet home.
After drinking his night away, he starts a fight,
to help himself out of the bar without any pay
to the bartender.
Drunk and dizzy, he finds himself lying on a smooth,
glittering surface, surrounded by light.
“Oh, God, thank you for taking me!” Mr. Pickles shouts
with jubilation, thinking that he is in Heaven-only later
to realize that they were police lights; only later to
realize that he was being helped to his feet by cops,
and not angels.
It is after the hangover that he noticed that
he was in a cell; the last place he imagined
he could be.
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2015
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