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
Poetry Collection: Broken Pieces
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