"The Piece" Care to Read?

I am pretty used to this crap if it's possible to be jaded that much.

Only one friend of mine used a gun,over a girl of all things.How sick.

But everything is used for good,some of my contacts here IM with me.

They tear me up talking about this damn curse.So,I spend hours,

then all is good again.I'll never lose any more as long as I can breathe.

Great poem,reminding me and others that life is terrible many times.

Sometimes a simple hello can save a life,even though it's a merry-go-round.

Bye,,,Thanks

"The Center Piece"

It was fully loaded

and placed in the center of the table

as they looked at each other

with the latest low

life had become 

meaningless

with drugs being the 

only

purpose at all

she'd given up on herself

kids left on their own

he lived in the moment

jacking whoever came along

who cares anymore

if we live or if we die

it was meant to be fun

but everything goes to hell

she laughed and flung her hair

to one side with glazed eyes

he laughed back 

reached for a banana

and said 

"Hey, Baby,

Who gave us the fruit basket?"

Shirley this was intense, and in it I added as I read, a thought of spin the bottle usin the gun, but wanna go to a light side and will allude to it here, but now inspired, I may let it rest here, for you to taste

Around a kitchen table

hungry children impatient, waited

seated squirmin, they chattered

as the brown log was brought

from the cook stove and set.

We clamored, heard "Shush and sit"

we did, waitin as it was sawed through

lookin like somethin Gramps might use

to prop a tractor to change a tire,

still it enticed desire.

Once revealed it shone like the sun

warm and in turn we all got a slice

of Lemon cake in a loaf

"Gram can we have another, please?"

Shirley. I am impressed beyond all SCOPE. Who would've guessed you'd come back with a BANG like this...This is right on TARGET. Got me all FIRED up...

OK OK i will stop. I know this is not an amusing poem but there is something in my exposure to the situation depicted therein that has it feeling like a homecoming party. I swear. I LOVE THIS POEM!!!

Glad you are happy. I deal with kids at work and boy am I glad to come home to a quiet house. One of the smartest things I ever did was not reproduce. You can't always get what you want... but sometimes, you still might find....

This poem gave me the chills Shirley. Scared stiff of guns.

I'm not at all scared o' guns, Cassie...some my favorite toys are guns, but I've more sense than t'bring 'em out 'round folks like shirley knows!!! NYUK NYUK NYIKES! They're the scary thang! WHOAH BAYBAY!

I hope you never accept that deceptive offer at the end.

There is no peace in the so-called game of Russian Roulette!

I must of missed this one , and I really like your poetry Shirley ... I think everyone in America can have a gun, wears in England you can't .... unless you have a licenses.

I like your poem it's very good can I have you as a contact please ..

Thank you

yahoooooo, this is a terrific write, Shirley!!!!