Rich Daddy Died by Sonja
My friend's millionaire dad
Died choking on a chicken bone
In their massive, mansion dining room.
In a flash, he was gone.
I'm glad I wasn't there.
However, at age thirteen
My mortality said a loud "Hi"
I knew that day that I, too
Must die.
I asked "Why?"
Someone said "Why not?"
Anyway, I remained
A thirteen-year old snot.
Copyright August, 2006
Rich Daddy Died by Sonja
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