Body in the road stretched out,
ready for any passing car;
street lamp illuminates
attempted suicide absurd.
Tyres squeal
before they pulp his face.
Passengers disgusted,
reluctant to assist,
must share a seat
as we drive him home.
Angry and embarrassed
curses me.
I smile,
there is hope -
he is alive.
Stupid sod for letting booze
rule his life.
Broke up
with his girl that night.
I don’t blame the girl at all.
James Gagiikwe © 2008
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really happened
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