He’d been a shill for a biased news station
for many years.
He didn’t agree with the fake news he
spewed daily on TV,
but the pay was too good to
follow his conscience.
Then he woke up one morning
and felt like he’d sold
his soul to the devil.
His conscience erupted.
He realized he’d been
as fake as the news
he reported
for over 20 years.
He got dressed,
went to work, took
the elevator to the top
of the skyscraper
that his news station
was located in.
And like a bomb dropped
from a plane,
he jumped off
the building and
all that was left of him
were his splattered remains
on the cold city street below.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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