โ€œA Love Letter To All My โ€˜Ex-Friendsโ€™ Still In Need!โ€ โ€œRespond; respond; respond to me!โ€๐Ÿ‘…

โ€œHEAR GODโ€™S PLEA!โ€ a poem June 22, 2018 (Day of The Big FRY) a.k.a.: โ€œA Love Letter To All My โ€˜Ex-Friendsโ€™ Still In Need!โ€

โ€œRespond; respond; respond to me!โ€

She said it loud, without much glee,

And, if you wonโ€™t, Iโ€™ll cast/’blockโ€™ you out,

From MY LIST! You are a LOUT!

When I do-not get my way,

In-spire-ing-you-all-to-pay (pause)

For my careful, Master Plan,

IF you-wonโ€™t-‘help,โ€™ well, f – – – you, man!

You never even took the time,

To bless-my-efforts or send a dime,

So, NOW, go-‘way; youโ€™re not my friend;

All e-mails to-you will surely end!

An โ€œACQUAINTANCEโ€ brand I place on you,

And guilt I hope you feel too!

Iโ€™ve spent much time on drafting-my-request,

And, from-you, there is no bequest!โ€œ

It matters not and is-kinda-funny,

That lots of folks are asking (for) money –

“And YOU have got accounts – for me (?):

One: at-West-Texas – and TransPecos, I see!

Oneโ€™s got 5 bucks; the other? The same!

No share from you? I cast this blame:

AND – to your family, who has some clout,

Although-your-dad-in-May, had-his-gall-bladder-out,

And, then, a few (pause) days later, Dear,

Your-mom-was-stricken with-some-fear,

So, she got-her an-emergency-ride,

To The-Hospital; she could-a died!โ€

โ€œWell, a couple weeks have passed,โ€ I said;

โ€œYet, (pause) sheโ€™s-kinda still in bed!โ€

We ALL need help – and comfort too –

And, yes, I am so-sorry for you,

AND – for some other FRIENDS (?) Iโ€™ve got!

Thereโ€™s not much space on-this-pity-pot!

YET, Iโ€™VE AN IDEA!!! Iโ€™LL BUY YOU A BEER,

At โ€˜Ole Crystalโ€™ – TODAY, MY DEAR;

Weโ€™ll toast – to the frailty of all (wo)mankind,

And criticize my sad โ€œbehind!โ€

I cry each night for everyone;

I hope we each might have more fun,

But my conclusion, after-all-is-said,

Is LIFE JUST SUCKS – but-Iโ€™ll-bless-my-bed,

And that-Iโ€™ve-no-friends (?) in the street,

Except Good Raymond, who likes to eat,

And walk around – for Happy Meals,

The World has such classic โ€œdeals!โ€

I donโ€™t believe in โ€œGODโ€ no more,

Unless (s)heโ€™s passed out, on the floor,

Covered with-sores like you and me,

Crying (pause) ASKING!

HEAR GODโ€™S PLEA:

โ€œI HURT! RESPOND! GIVE-ME-SUPPORT! I STILL CAN WRITE A SAD REPORT! I HAVE BAD JUDGMENT!!!! I AM MEAN! AND Iโ€™M-NO-FRIEND-TO-ANY-Iโ€™VE-SEEN! I-SHOULD-BE-SHOT, FOR ALL I DONโ€™T DO, B U T WISH (WO)MANKIND COULD BECOME N E W – AND FREE FROM WOE AND FEAR AND WANT, BUT I AINโ€™T IN CHARGE (?!?!) – SO, SHALL I BUNT? AND TRY TO GET TO SOME ‘FIRST BASE?โ€™ ON THE FIELD OF DREAMS Iโ€™LL HIDE MY FACE, BECAUSE Iโ€™M ASHAMED – AND DONโ€™T DO ENOUGH, FOR EVERYONE, WHOโ€™S GOT IT TOUGH, WHICH INCLUDES ALL THE POOR FOLKS THAT I SEE – AT PORTERS* EACH DAY, LOOKING-AT-ME – TRYING TO HOLD IT ALL TOGETHER – EVEN WITH THIS INCLEMENT WEATHER!โ€

Anyway, itโ€™s-FRIDAY! Will I see? You-at-The-Crystal? Maybe-’bout-3:00?

Or whenever! Weโ€™ll-be-filled-with-glee, and I can buy (pause) a beer for Thee!?

Well, no one (hardly) buys my paintings, so I mostly give-them-away,

But, I-had-a-birthday (last month) – I was โ€œolder-than-dirt,โ€ in May,

And-I-still-have-some-money – some gifts from friends (?),

BUT – not everyone gave; they-should-make-amends,

For-not-calling-me-up, at least to say โ€œHI,โ€

Or a little card! (pause) Iโ€™m gonna cry,

Or, at least, a buck, but they (maybe) couldnโ€™t afford,

To take a shekel – from their โ€œhorde,โ€

Of hard-earned (?) blood-sweat revenue,

And say: โ€œHAPPY BIRTHDAY!โ€ Well, Iโ€™M THROUGH,

With each fยฎiend! Unkind-and-evil-โ€œAQUAINT’CE,โ€

I need-me-some-friends – some real saints!! ๐Ÿ™‚

fin. <3

OK, well, thereโ€™s my rant and rave,

It HAD to come out – Iโ€™m not as brave,

As my mom or dad – in their 80โ€™s,

And I KNOW – Iโ€™m bound for Hades!!

But, perhaps, it might be better-than-HERE,

‘Cause I really-donโ€™t like the taste of beer!

BUT, say at 3:00, weโ€™ll meet-with-Birthday-Cash,

And toast our health – and-our-teeth-can-gnash,

Weโ€™ll eat a pretzel – and shoot some pool,

But, golly gee, perhaps-Iโ€™m-a-fool,

Another acquaintance, by the way,

A sad and lonely, bad-olโ€™ โ€œJay!โ€

    • Porters Thriftway grocery stores, in Alpine, on 2nd Street & 5th Street!

๐Ÿ™‚ – โ€œThere is an awful pain in my chest; Iโ€™ll bet itโ€™s my heart!โ€ signed, The Mystic Grinch

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