not once did
the cars strike
or the glass
doth shatter.
not once did
the vase hit
the floor,
scatter and
scream.
never once did
the piano fall
and crush some
fool who had
just broken the
lottery.
so why, oh, why
for the love of
God do you carry
on so much?
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ENDOCARP: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThe third book in the "Beatnik Trilogy" of contemporary poetry collections.
middle-aged woman
not once did
the cars strike
or the glass
doth shatter.
not once did
the vase hit
the floor,
scatter and
scream.
never once did
the piano fall
and crush some
fool who had
just broken the
lottery.
so why, oh, why
for the love of
God do you carry
on so much?