“RAYMOND’S GAME!”🙄😛

“RAYMOND’S GAME!” a poem … a.k.a.: “Scared!?” May 7, 2018: Moonday.

WE ALL LIVE SCARED! Have we prepared,

For-Famine from The Feast?

We’re ONLY human, unprotected: FROM THE NEXT, BIG BEAST!!

We-gotta-hold-on (pause) to (pause)

As-much-as-we-can-grab,

And, maybe, we will NOT have “want,” and never be too sad!

My lovely, friendly Raymond, He’s-usually in The Street,

Talking to the boys and girls,

With-a-tan that you can’t beat!

I’ll bet he is the Second Coming of The Christ-ed One!

People bring him hamburgers; Happy-Meals are such FUN!

One day, he asked to go (pause)

With-me-

To-The-Cafe,

SO – We drove together, in-a-most-unusual-way!

BUT (pause)

We-fin’ally-got-there:

LA-CASITA’s-the-cheer-y-name!

And Raymond ordered THE BEST MEAL;

Let’s speak of RAYMOND’S GAME:

Go for “seconds,” “thirds,” or more,

But, there’s no tip, for He is poor,

“You want a tea?” He said to me; I said: “OK! It’s a HOT day!”

“BUT, WAIT – NOW – WATER-INSTEAD, I-THINK,

AND THEY CAN GET IT FROM THE SINK!”

(Long pause, so you can drink your water!)

He sought the toilet, as I sat,

The waitress asked me: “Where’s He At?”

I pointed There; she asked: “Why, why? Won’t He tip me-makes me cry,

Because His wallet’s loaded tight,

With big, old bills – It’s just not right!

He-lives-like-that,

With so much money, and-never-tips … “ “I don’t know, Honey!

I guess, sometimes, the people who –

Get-lots-of-Federal-Revenue –

Are scared to lose-it, so-they-hold-on-tight –

And eat a lot and cry at night!

I DO NOT KNOW – WHAT GOES ON – IN ALL OUR HEADS – I, TOO, A PAWN – AND KNOW THAT THERE’S A PLACE IN ME – THAT WANTS TO HOARD AND WAITS TO SEE – WHO NEXT WILL TAKE ALL THAT I’VE GOT – EVEN-THOUGH I HAVE A LOT – OF LOVE AND HELP, FROM LOTS OF FOLKS, AND SOME WILL EVEN LIKE MY JOKES – AND I GOT FRIENDS, WITH S. S. I. – WHO SELDOM SPEND THEIR CASH ON “I” – BUT, I DON’T NEED MUCH MORE, I THINK –

JUST SOME WATER, FROM THE SINK,

JUST TO SMELL YOUR SWEET PERFUME,

JUST TO USE – YOUR FINE RESTROOM,

THERE-ARE-MANY-WAYS-TO-GET-FREE STUFF,

AND I AM SURE I HAVE ENOUGH,

BUT, SOMETIMES, I WILL TAKE AN ORANGE,

FROM SOME COMPLI-MEN-T’RY LOUNGE,

I TOO AM GREEDY, DARK AND DEEP, AND N O T ALL PROMISES I KEEP – BUT – I ‘M A HUMAN, FRAIL GUY – AND L O V E THAT SPARKLE IN YOUR EYE!

Sometime, Later, Ray came back,

And had A LOOK, that smelled of “lack:”

HE SMILED, AND, (pause)

WITHOUT A SOUND,

SHOWED-A-ROLL-O-TISSUE, HE HAD FOUND!

fin. ❤

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