67. I think his lung burst

‘What happened Pete’ said the headmaster ‘What were you and Chris doing’

‘Well sir’ said Pete ‘Not much, kicking some b ball outside the school and then

A couple of guys who were up to no good, kicked dog shit at chris

So I pushed the b ball down his throat, called him a jerk

And it was about that time that I think his lung burst’

‘You’re talking shit, absolute shit’ said the headmaster as he head butted Pete in the face

Pete fell on and swallowed an aerosol can which made his lung burst.

Then the headmaster slipped on a board marker and his lung burst.

Then a bird flew into the window and his lung burst.

Then Pete woke up from his terrible dream and his lung burst again.

Pete’s mum came to wake him up, shocked by his burst lung her lung burst.

Pete’s dad found them both and his lung burst.

Their cat found the family pile and it’s lungs burst.

The neighbour let themselves in and their lungs bursh.

Soon the house overflowed with burst lung bodies all over the place.

They packed out the village, then the town, then the country, then the world.

And this is why I sit inside writing poems.

They must be everywhere by now.

I like my lungs.

Breathing is good