They Must'Ve Taken a Cab
"THEY MUST'VE TAKEN A CAB"
the demons sit and
have a drink.
they watch me like a
virgin watches ****.
there's no singing,
there's no yelling,
there's no talking.
they stay with me like
the sound of my
footsteps when I walk.
today all four of them
sit with me at my table.
as the writing of this
poem progresses they
share their expressions.
my door is locked.
the shades are drawn.
my lights are off.
all the television screens
are black and now they
laugh as the shadows of
man terrify me.
you'd think they'd give
me some praise for this
poetry life but all they
can do is pat me on the
back.
I ask them why?
they tell me their wives
could learn a thing or two
from me about keeping
the energy bill low.
By: Chicano Eddie
1-23-2017
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