I am not sure if this is a bad poem or the opening sentences of a bathetic mystery thriller. If it is a poem, it needs a second stanza. Too sad. If it is the opening of a throwaway novel, it achieves the right level of sappy happy bathos.
I am not sure I can do a second stanza. It is one sloppy happy thing to go on social media and leak words; writing is another thing entirely. The word KOOL has to go.
Dying can only be done alone.
Kool if you have loving company.
Bad if you have cold company.
Worse if you have none.
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