Who is that person at the letter box, checking my address,
He is quite tall wearing a black suit and dark glasses,
I’m sure I needn’t worry. It’s probably some mistake.
Why is he here. I haven’t done anything wrong.
I am Julian Piecrust. I have lived here all my life.
I am my Mother’s favourite son, well second favourite,
I have never done anything against the law, ever.
Oh God he’s coming down the path.
If I just stay quiet he’ll go away.
No one ever comes visiting.
Oh no my heart is racing.
Maybe if I hide under the kitchen table,
Like a Bridegroom at a shotgun wedding’
My heart will slow down.
If he knocks on the door I will kill myself.
I’ll swallow this bottle of turpentine.
Ok there’s the knock on the door.
Here goes nothing.
I’m having trouble breathing.
I’m sweating. Oh no I’m done.
“Hullo Mr Piecrust are you home,
It’s Lotto.You have won a share of a million dollars.”
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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I wish David, I wish. LOL
Andy
Don't we all.Thanks for commenting
Too much negativity in the world narrows down a typical person’s thought processing. Wonder where his Lotto share went?
I'm not sure.Thanks for your insight .
Only conjecturing bud 🙏🏻🕊️not sure myself 🕊️🙏🏻
Ah assumptions they will get you every time. A lovely write and yes even in reading poetry assumptions betray us. Loved it
That's true. Thanks for you comments.Always insightful
I totally get this, the fear of facing anything outside your own front door, self imprisoned and it's not a good place to be , even thou the write proves sometimes it is worth facing that fear, many will still not,great write
Yes indeed you are right.Thanks for your insight
You are very welcome
Excellent write David
Thank you
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