I went to the store with the list my wife gave me <br />She told me not to buy anything but what she had said <br />I was very disappointed to see only the staples <br />Like that of whole grain bread and Smart Balance Spread <br />Screw the cancer eating through my head <br />Got to keep that ticker healthy <br />So that somewhere...someday very soon....they can hospice me <br />In a plastic covered chair with my drool cup hanging <br />Around my old wrinkled turkey neck....(Why is turkey neck on this list? <br />Must be for some stock) ..... <br />Catching my every whispered word as they escape <br />Between the empty space where my lower teeth used to fit <br />Nowhere on that paper did I see the word 'ammunition' <br />There were no razor blades, knives or even a pair of cheap scissors <br />Nothing with which one could bring harm to oneself.... <br />I sometimes wonder if she knows what I'm thinking <br />Before I think it..... <br /> <br /> <br />(2007)<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-wal-mart-and-kingdom-come/
