I coulda changed the world
when I was waiting tables
back before he was king
just another snake oil man
seated in a private booth
as the suits like to do
I coulda uncapped the vial
man, I coulda done it right
there and then
a silent shot in the cup
coffee and cyanide
(I like to keep it handy, for personal use)
I coulda done it then
slung my apron in a pile
been on my bike and outa town
before it was even news
and laid low in Montreal
or Mexico, whichever was closer
I coulda done it, yeah
but I'm no murderer
I just keep a vial for personal use
in case the world runs out of choices
This poem appears in
Pass it Along
© Brendan Bonsack
January 2017