Author Information
Good Luck
i was just sitting, on a bench in the park.
An old lady passed by and asked me for help.
i shrugged my shoulders and as i stood up,
She pulled out a gun, damn my good luck.
i pulled out my cash and handed it over,
"Thanks for your help." It was only ten bucks.
i sat back down, the irony never crossed my mind.
Just then a blonde girl came walking by,
She asked for my number and i gladly replied.
"i don't have a pen or i would write it down."
"That's not a problem I have one right here."
Yet another gun came out of the jacket
"i don't have anything, i've already been mugged."
A loud bang then a sharp pain ran down my legs.
A warm red liquid started to stain.
She ran off, i sat on the bench.
Hoping the next person wasn't a bitch.
A peramedic walked by looking down at me.
"I would gladly help" he said with a smirk.
"If you'll give me, ohh, say ten bucks."
i started to smile, and said "Damn my good luck"
that was really good almost compairable to whitmans work
you write really well, i read quite a few of your peices its good that you can keep it interesting..each one is so different
nicely done, i read it twice. "bang bang, your dead."