With my dogs so far away, <br />I really want to commit <br />Suicide: <br />It seems the most angelic thing to do, <br />Surrounded <br />By these cars and vultures. <br />There is a gun in the back of my father’s <br />Diesel truck, <br />Isn’t there: <br />That f%cking truck cost him 50,000 <br />Or something, <br />And he wanted 50,000 from me for his <br />Horses <br />Or he was going to kick me out, <br />But I only get paid 100 dollars for a 50 hr <br />Day, <br />And I really want to get out of this <br />Truck into another one, <br />And shoot myself in the mouth to slide <br />Down that other <br />Holy river of razor blades, <br />Because it seems so much more glorious sitting <br />There rich and full of goats <br />Basking on the other side of the wide, <br />Wide canal.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wide-wide-canal/
