The End of the Line
Mom and dad paid their last highway toll
On Route 69 they deposited their tired souls
The Chevy doing ninety was glazed in dirt
A life’s work taken away by a Banker’s stuffed shirt
The first road-stop had no marker
That’s where we buried our four-legged Parker
Travelling on empty to destination unknown
Tired eyes lost in the twilight zone
It had never looked so frighteningly dark
We too toxic, even for the local loan shark
A thump marked the van's end of the line
Mom cried out looking for the Divine
Colliding into Paradise would have seemed a hopeful dream
Lord, mom prayed, have Molly stop that curdling scream
Hell on Earth became terrifyingly real
Tomorrow just became a awfully big deal
Dad fell to the ground in a panicky shame
How we the victims, made to accept all this blame
The walls came tumbling down, all at one time
An angry gun would now have to undo this crime.
Thank you,
Joseph Pede
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