Let's Get the Hell Out of Hereby Sharon Warden
"Damn it, Jay, let's get the hell out of here anyway. Don't pay attention to what the cops might say. What do they know?"
"Where can we go? Up on the bridge to a higher ridge than back in the water where it's blacker than black and there's clumps of ants? I just dried my pants." "Well there's no water here; no food, neither, and the guy over there slumped in his chair just expired, I think. Man, there's nothin' to drink. Nothin."
"I'm gonna die, y' hear? Lay down and die And ain't it a shame I need water so bad I can't even cry let alone pee. Tell them for me, I love you'all, goodbye, goodbye."
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volume 9(6)This poem is copyright © September 2005,
Sharon Warden, all rights reserved.
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