Socrates

sometimes the hemlock
comes in a 9 to 5 cup,
and empty beds coughing
in the marlboro night.
when the dog is fed,
and everyone has eaten...
and only the dog stopped
to say 'thank you'...
and the life insurance policy
glows in the drawer,
waiting for a shovelful of dirt.
and it's either the gun or the window,
so you toss a shoe and break the glass!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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