The Women

The women, that I have known,

who someday will be toasting my demise,


Singing, and yelling

downing one after another

“To his memory!”

-they laughed, and smashed their glasses against

my photograph

I could only hope, the whiskey tasted bad……


Author: notthedane56

My early morning thoughts have been spilling out upon my virtual paper, still free of worldwide computer vira, as far as I know? Just think, if my words actually were the result of an infection, corrupting and twisting the truth as others know it? Sounds a bit like blogging...

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