term life policy

you slam
the door on the insurance
man's foot, trying
to get rid
of him, but he's
wearing steel toed
boots.
his brief case
is wedged between
the storm
door
and the knob, it's
a struggle
between you
and him.
he has a pen in
his mouth,
and a term life
policy under
his double chin.
just sign it, he
says with his
onion breath.
sign it and
i'll leave you
alone forever.
don't you love
your kid,
don't you have a shred
of human
decency in you?
do you want him to
be poor and homeless
if you should
perish in a non
suicidal manner?
you are walking
around with
no life insurance.
what's wrong
with you man? just sign
the document
and i'll go.