A Poem About The End of My Dad

12 May

My dad died.
He sat down in front of the tv
and died.
He watched that tv for at least 7 days with the lights on night and day.
That’s when our invitation arrived.
The 7th of March –
when the police came and tore him away from that tv.
They took him down to the station
for watching tv too long.
And they invited us down
to clean up the mess.
The mess from watching tv for 7 days straight
with the lights on.


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