Saturday, March 7, 2015

World War III, 1974

Too often people die
that I know, and I wonder
who will be next, or maybe
the dead person will be me.


Everyday, I take my life
into my own hands by
walking on the street with
all our crazy drivers.


But who knows?


A rock could drop from
the sky and wipe us
all out and no one would
think about death, then.

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