Dimwit the Artist
by Devin Nichols

 

Gnarled and twisted in quite an eerie way,

The newly formed sculpture is parked to stay.

I confirmed tickets with my last breath,

On the next bus whose driver is Death.

As has been true with many of us guys,

Known I was not 'til after my demise.

Always I said I worked best when trashed,

Proven this was when the old car was crashed.

If ever you cruise along that road,

Be sure to check out the sculpture in the ditch,

From my life at least learn this,

Be careful out there 'cause life's a-well--wicked witch.