In the afterlife the creatures that
gathered around him
asked, “Why did you do it? Why
did you jump in
front of that train?”
He shrugged. “Life wasn’t
worth living anymore. And I wanted
revenge.”
“Revenge?”
“Yes, revenge.”
“On whom?”
“On the man driving the train, obviously.
My wife was divorcing
me, a lawyer, to be with a
locomotive engineer. Can you believe that?
So I had to do
something about it. I jumped in
front of his train
and now he’s got PTSD, depression,
he’s about to lose his job,
my wife has second thoughts
about being with him. His life’s nasty, alright.”
“Woah... you’re a smart man.”
smart dead man
Daydreaming as a profession 
This was an interesting read. Really!! 🤘
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Thank you 🙂
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None of which does him any good…
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Awesome poem! Made me laugh 😂
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Thanks 🙂
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Absolutely 👍 great work, man. Check out some of mine if you’re interested!
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Absolutely, will do
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Awesome! Made me laugh 😂
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Not sure if I should feel bad or good about his decision. Nice work though.
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¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I’m not sure about his decision either. I only observe, don’t judge :)))
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Being in the afterlife shouldn’t he have wind up in hell? You know that place with sulfur, demons with pitchforks and a lake frozen and on fire at the same time? He wouldn’t be gloating that much. Nah, I liked it, it was very dark. I like all your poems. Keep up and have a nice day!
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Hahaha, thanks! 🙂
I’d say he’s in the “courtroom” that has yet to judge and decide where to send him for eternity :)))
But even then, every man’s hell is different
⊂( ・ヮ・⊂)
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