Death Of A Poet (Poem 40 of 99)

He gets out of bed

He brushes his teeth

He shaves

He showers

He dresses

He eats his breakfast

He walks to the bus stop

He waits

He gets on when the bus arrives

He gets off 9 stops later

He walks up to the pretty receptionist

He says: “I’m here for my first day of work”.

Dasein Petals © Copyright 2013

Poem 40 of 99 to raise money for operations for deformed, poverty stricken childrenSponsor me.

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