8th Annual Poems About Suicide Month

[dukealien]

Truth Day


Sioux Dog Soldiers, I have read,
used to yell,
“It’s a good day for dying!”

Well, in my case
it’s a good day
to suck on a Glock.

Dad said there would be good times
along with the bad
and went this way when cancer bit

but I can’t remember them;
only the good people
I wasn’t allowed to help
and the bad people
I wasn’t allowed to hurt

and all those who desperately
demanded my help
then lied about it afterward
even about wanting me.

So here goes.
Harder than I thought
but no one ever said
being a cop would be easy.

At least they didn’t lie about that.