The Last Laugh
We sit in silence
puffing our breath into the frigid air,
like mechanical dragons.
“So...” he trailed,
and it was the same question they all ask,
“Why not do something reckless?
Blatantly illegal?”
I pursed my lips reflective, tired, uncomfortable.
“Well...” I began, the air tasted like dying autumn,
“I think it’s much more entertaining
to cheat the whole fucking system
with its own rules.
I really don’t have any interest in
paying out consequences or being punished.
No, I like my adrenaline clean.
I like to have that last god damn laugh
and know it.”
By Veronica Russell
This poem is about:
Me