JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT

death of an innocent

I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.
 

I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn’t drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.
 

I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.
 

As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I’d get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet. 
 
 

I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn’t see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.
 

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
“The other guy is drunk,” Mom,
And now I’m the one who will pay.
 

I’m lying here dying, Mom….
I wish you’d get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.
 

There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I’ll die in a short time.
 

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn’t drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn’t think.
 

He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is,
he drank
And I will die.
 
 

Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I’m feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.
 

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don’t think it’s fair.
I’m lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.
 

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.
 

Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.
 

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I’m becoming very scared.
Please don’t cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.
 

I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn’t drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?

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February 5, 2007 Posted by | poetry | 4 Comments

BILL GATES

Bill Gates dies…

“Well, Bill,” said God, “I’m really confused on this one. I’m not sure whether to send you to Heaven or Hell! After all, you helped society enormously by putting a computer in almost every home in the world, and yet you created that infernal Windows. I’m going to do something I’ve never done before. I’m going to let you decide where you want to go!”

Mr. Gates replied, “Well, thanks, God. What’s the difference between the two?”

God said, “You can take a peek at both places briefly if it will help you decide. Shall we look at Hell first?” 

“Sure!” said Bill.

“Let’s go!” Bill was amazed! He saw a clean, white sandy beach with clear waters. There were thousands of beautiful women running around, lying in the water, laughing and frolicking about. The sun was shining and the temperature was just perfect!!

Bill said, “This is great! If this is Hell, I can’t wait to see Heaven!”

To which God replied, “Let’s go!” and off they went. Bill saw puffy white clouds in a beautiful blue sky with angels drifting about playing harps and singing. It was nice, but surely not as enticing as Hell. Mr. Gates thought for only a brief moment and rendered his decision. “God, I do believe I would like to go to Hell.”

“As you desire,” said God.

Two weeks later, God decided to check up on the late billionaire to see how things were going. He found Bill shackled to a wall, screaming among the hot flames in a dark cave. He was being burned and tortured by demons. 

“How ya doing,’ Bill?” asked God. 

Bill responded with anguish and despair. “This is awful! This is not what I expected at all! What happened to the beach and the beautiful women playing in the water?”

“Oh, THAT!” said God.

“That was the screen saver !”

poor bill gates

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February 5, 2007 Posted by | fun | Leave a comment