various short poems of a sardonic nature

“have you any last words?” 
 

the condemned chuckled
“no one asked
if I had
any first words
when I was born”

the hangman
yanked the lever
nobody likes
a smartass

. . . . .

people pass through your life
like turds through your colon
watch what
you take in

. . . . .

roses are red
violets are blue
I don’t have Tourette’s
but still, fuck you

. . . . .

they brought
the bad news
up the stairs
two steps
at a time
in their
eagerness
to share

. . . . .

I’m sure
there were plenty
of air crews
who looked
at the brilliant
blue sky
with their
last breath
and asked
“what…am I…doing here?”

© Buzz Dixon