1972
Poetry
by Michael F. Nyiri
Last Time I'll Ever Think About Her, I'll Bet
Someone says he has to leave her now The shit on bathroom walls are About as bad as that in the toilet An auto cruising could so easily Lose control God is there in her little 10c bible But what use is there Now Hope flew away so easily this afternoon Tears & more tears But they ain't really coming from her eyes Someone wrote a letter but the stamp was rightsideup For once and last time: she cried too And sent it back Dirt on the ground with crawling vermin TV's on the blink God took his bible back to the store Her pen puts him in her hand And she writes another one of those damn poems Cause no one's there even This time to tell her how true it is
copyright 2001 by Michael F. Nyiri
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