Saturday, June 13, 2015

Two More Outsider Poems

More Outsider Poetry from Thomas L. Vaultonburg. 

Rockford CSI

An ant crawled
Into the bottle of Grolsch
I left on the counter last night
And drowned like an American
Tourist in a Dutch brothel.
I notified the Coroner’s Office
And they have deemed it
Death by misadventure
Though no one is sure

Who to notify.

These Boots

They’ll carry you out
Of this universe
Screaming “Gip. Gip. Gip.”

At your exit interview
The CEO will nod
Sympathetically, then issue
You a voucher good
For one pair of high quality
Work boots…

Redeemable in your
Next life.

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