Now that yesterday,s gone I am looking at 99 ways to die, as I wait for a runaway trainto go by, I drink my cold gin to find a better way to die, and as I dream on I find myself looking down the barrel of a gun and as the hammer swings down, the seasons of the sun pass me by as I am slowly slipping into a deepfreeze to end my dreams of misery, which have me between the devil and the deepblue sea, and then everything goes black.
This is a poem that I put into a contest, and was picked as a finalist, and will be put in a book by potery . com
