When I Finish This Drink, Call an Ambulance

Grim evening, here in Walt's, as all the die-hard
Locals try to show theirs are the greatest woes.
Bad divorces, heart disease, and rotten kids, and
Lousy fishing, so much always going wrong.
I chuckle in a nearby booth. “What's your story,
Beck?,” one asks. I answer, “I felt fine until I
Started hearing all of you.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-08-02 at 16:28

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