“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)
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)
SO – We drove together, in-a-most-unusual-way!
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!
With so much money, and-never-tips … “ “I don’t know, Honey!
I guess, sometimes, the people who –
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,
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!