''The Wake''A Poem by Tevin Smith
The sound of crashing dominoes
as they play the game, the sound of screaming and laughing over-aged people that brings the pain. Why must i stand here and watch these misfits? when i could've been at home watching television or listening to great hits. But its my mistake I asked to come, I told my uncle I wanted to come I felt like if I could've dug a hole and put myself into the ground. I guess I'll stay right here, and play some dominoes with the funny guy who loves to drink beer. And it's going to fatigue me his breath will be foul and stink, from me to you Mr. Smith at the wake. Tevin Smith
© 2012 Tevin SmithAuthor's Note
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