The natural string of life’s questions, never asked.

And Then What?

He wanted more from me, and I agreed,
asking nothing but the question
and then what?
To which he replied
then I’ll do as I am told
and I asked and then what?
He looked confused, spread his hands
across the desk, lit a cigar
and peered at me as though
I’d laid some trap

 Poetry Collection: Broken Pieces
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection
BROKEN PIECES
available here in print
or as an e-Book
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