Wednesday, February 2, 2011

JOHN DOUGH By Jasen Sousa


John Dough had seven kids
and never any extra cash.
He worked as a janitor at a seminary
and every morning he attended his own mass.

One of the nicest people you could ever meet,
yet few were aware.
The media brainwashed people into thinking
his image was one you should fear.

When he finally got home his children were so noisy,
he tried to think, but he couldn’t hear.
To drown out the sound he would sit on his back porch,
drink a beer, and release marijuana smoke into the air.
One morning on the way to work,
a delinquent gave John Dough a cold stare.

He dropped John Dough to his knees
by sticking a shank in his chest.
The man who stabbed John Dough
is a person the cops will never care to arrest.

John dough was brought to the hospital
where he was pronounced dead on arrival.

The sad thing is
no one will notice he has left.

John Dough lies in a morgue
with a tag on his toe.
This ended his existence
which the world never came to acknowledge or know.

Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)

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