Monday, June 23, 2025

The Donor

 

That will be that

once my tires go flat

Don’t think I will last

when I’m all out of gas

No juice in my socket

no change in my pocket

I’ll just be a mess

without GPS

On the side of the road

like some flattened out toad

I hope on that day

when they tow me away

There’s no loved ones to grieve

as they all watch me leave

For I know in my heart

they’ll use me for parts.



 

2 comments:

Pauline said...

“Life’s Journey is not to arrive at the grave safely, in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting “Holy shit, what a ride!” - Hunter S Thompson

Pauline said...

Awesome Poem!!!