A POEM - YOUR OWN BIGGEST ENEMY

YOUR OWN BIGGEST ENEMY
We drove along,
talking about hitching,
and then she turned to me.
“you know who you’re most likely
to get killed by
in this entire world?”
I thought about it.
The guy who’d given me
my last long ride
was a car stealing,
drug pushing,
house burning,
sadistic, alcoholic killer.
And he’d been high
on rock at the time,
with a beer in his lap.
But he hadn’t killed me.
I was stumped.
Finally she said, “yourself.”
“oh, yeah,” I laughed.
It made sense.