Creative Writing

There is no title, fuck you..

By DJ L. Jelinek

One day,
you’ll be lying on your deathbed.
I’ll get a sappy text message
asking for a visit.

I will agree,
to stop by your residence.
To bring flowers and a tacky Walgreens card

“Dear Neighbor,
Sorry for the bad company.”

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