so I didn’t have to
and somebody else got close
but chickened out at the last second
For most people
the closer you get to death
the more you appreciate life
Maybe more politicians
need a healthy dose
of near death
I hope I can find the person who chickened out
and buy them a beer or a hamburger
I’ll try to make them laugh
and then we can toast
to the one
who did die today
About Daniel W. Wright:
Daniel W. Wright is a mid-western son who loves and loathes the red brick town that surrounds him. A poet of the no collar work force, Wright’s work has appeared in the Gasconade Review, Bad Jacket, Acid Kat, Crappy Hour, Eleven, and The Rye Whiskey Review. His previous works include Rodeo of the Soul, The Death of the Ladies Man, Small Town Blues: Early Lyrics and Poems, Portrait, Murder City Special, and Working Bohemian’s Blues. Wright currently lives in St. Louis, where you can usually find him in a bar or a bookstore.
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