Who Killed Kenny
We stare into the pit as
the pendulum slices
another bit
and there's less of you
now
than there ever was.
Oz isn't real
and
if you believed all the spiel
that it was,
tough.
No
medals for trying
but lots for the dead
are you dying to join them?
and
somebody said,
"it's a man's life"
my wife
doesn't think so and
she lets me know so.
and everything goes slow.
as
I hibernate and wait out the winter,
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
