What do you do?

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The interesting thing about this poem is it could be one person listing what they do or many people telling one main thing they do. Each thing is unique yet relative to common man. The whiskey line might seem funny to some, it is rather surprising and really sticks out in the poem and is sad to me, as I had loved ones who did fall "in the gutter" and suffered broken bones and crushed faces from it. This is an interesting read, a very honest poem.


I take my dog through the woods
and watch her prance.

I play guitar for a crowd
of voices in my head,
and wish I could sing.

I eat my mother's pasta
and laugh at my dad's bad jokes.

I teach my niece to draw stick figures
and write stories about her friends.

I look at the moon through a telescope,
and try to find the American flag.

I drink whiskey 'til I pass out in a gutter.

I collect insects
and display them on my mantle.

I sell insurance.