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after the guests leave
by Charlie Morganwhen i said one of these days,
i really meant one of these days;
so far, i've only had 23,336.
i'm of the mind, it's God's choice;
that's why Sartre isn't right. today
isn't a good as any to suicide.
and i don't need kavorkian's help;
i figgered if God's gonna start
all this mess, he'll clean-up later.
after the guests all leave. 07/02/2011 Posted on 07/02/2011
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/02/11 at 04:23 PM Let's see... 63.934... does that mean your birthday is this month or next? I am not enough of a math guy to figger that out. Anyway, I like the way you decide to leave it to God. And adore the way you end the pome. What a great image. It will be interesting to discover whether I am one of your guests or you are one of mine. Thanks Chaz. |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 07/02/11 at 04:23 PM so what you are saying is God is throwing a party and the guests are trashing the place, like people always do at parties? I dig this. ~JPP |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/02/11 at 04:59 PM I really like this idea, Charlie! So much to think about! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/02/11 at 09:20 PM I, too, vote for more days. I'll try to keep it neat, Charlie - I'll try. ;) |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 07/03/11 at 10:40 AM ...seems fitting to note that even Sartre was observed jumping back up onto a Parisian sidewalk to avoid being run over by a cab...existentialist, shmexistentialist...great write, my friend, as always...LKB |
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