Organ Donors

I'm, like, on the outside, looking in

This stuff about being an organ donor; what if you only have a piano?

Driving down the highway at 74 MPH, I look over and beside me, in the other lane, there is a beautiful woman driving a car talking in a wildly animated and excited way with her hands. She had fingers outstretched, appeared to be yelling, and was alone in the car.

This is similar to what is seen at times, a solitary motorist lost in a singalong, hitting a high note now and then.

I often sing in my car, in a very emotional way, when I hear an outstanding, favorite song.

I do not text while driving, as I can barely operate a cell phone. I have made a call or two while driving, I confess, but only on an extreme rare occasion, as I do not like to communicate by phone.

Be a poet,

have sox almost every year. Wait, I might have spelled that wrong.

Make mo money than a billy goat.

Die in poverty, like Charles Goodyear.

If they was to lay me down

six feet under

and I was to say

“Well, at least I was an ebook writer,”

that would not be good

because I have a great fear of being buried alive.

Reviews

[SLD Bailey]

This was brilliant, laugh out loud funny in places; your word play is top notch. Reminds me slightly of Spike Milligan, particularly the last three lines. Fantastic :) I might have to use it as my epitaph.

[SpeedyHobbit Armstrong]

Nice story-poem! I have to say, the title drew me in, a friend of a friend is still alive because of a lung transplant

[Woody]

haha.. very funny. I love your sense of humour.

[TL Boehm]

I should not laugh - but I did. You are smart, and funny. I enjoyed the 'randomness' of this. It is how I think most days.