Poem: And Then What?

The natural string of life's questions, never asked.
And Then What? He wanted more from me, and I agreed,     asking nothing but the question     and then what? To which he replied     then I’ll do as I am told and I asked and then what? He looked confused, spread his hands     across the desk, lit a cigar     and peered at me as though     I’d laid some trap	This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.