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

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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