“HEAR GOD’S PLEA!” a poem June 22, 2018 (Day of The Big FRY) a.k.a.: “A Love Letter To All My ‘Ex-Friends’ Still In Need!”
“Respond; respond; respond to me!”
She said it loud, without much glee,
And, if you won’t, I’ll cast/’block’ you out,
From MY LIST! You are a LOUT!
When I do-not get my way,
For my careful, Master Plan,
IF you-won’t-‘help,’ well, f – – – you, man!
You never even took the time,
To bless-my-efforts or send a dime,
So, NOW, go-‘way; you’re not my friend;
All e-mails to-you will surely end!
An “ACQUAINTANCE” brand I place on you,
And guilt I hope you feel too!
I’ve spent much time on drafting-my-request,
And, from-you, there is no bequest!“
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!
One’s got 5 bucks; the other? The same!
No share from you? I cast this blame:
AND – to your family, who has some clout,
And, then, a few (pause) days later, Dear,
So, she got-her an-emergency-ride,
To The-Hospital; she could-a died!”
“Well, a couple weeks have passed,” I said;
“Yet, (pause) she’s-kinda still in bed!”
We ALL need help – and comfort too –
And, yes, I am so-sorry for you,
AND – for some other FRIENDS (?) I’ve got!
There’s not much space on-this-pity-pot!
YET, I’VE AN IDEA!!! I’LL BUY YOU A BEER,
At ‘Ole Crystal’ – TODAY, MY DEAR;
We’ll toast – to the frailty of all (wo)mankind,
And criticize my sad “behind!”
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-I’ll-bless-my-bed,
And that-I’ve-no-friends (?) in the street,
Except Good Raymond, who likes to eat,
And walk around – for Happy Meals,
The World has such classic “deals!”
I don’t believe in “GOD” no more,
Unless (s)he’s passed out, on the floor,
Covered with-sores like you and me,
Crying (pause) ASKING!
HEAR GOD’S PLEA:
“I HURT! RESPOND! GIVE-ME-SUPPORT! I STILL CAN WRITE A SAD REPORT! I HAVE BAD JUDGMENT!!!! I AM MEAN! AND I’M-NO-FRIEND-TO-ANY-I’VE-SEEN! I-SHOULD-BE-SHOT, FOR ALL I DON’T DO, B U T WISH (WO)MANKIND COULD BECOME N E W – AND FREE FROM WOE AND FEAR AND WANT, BUT I AIN’T IN CHARGE (?!?!) – SO, SHALL I BUNT? AND TRY TO GET TO SOME ‘FIRST BASE?’ ON THE FIELD OF DREAMS I’LL HIDE MY FACE, BECAUSE I’M ASHAMED – AND DON’T DO ENOUGH, FOR EVERYONE, WHO’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!”
Anyway, it’s-FRIDAY! Will I see? You-at-The-Crystal? Maybe-’bout-3:00?
Or whenever! We’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 “older-than-dirt,” 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 “HI,”
Or a little card! (pause) I’m gonna cry,
Or, at least, a buck, but they (maybe) couldn’t afford,
To take a shekel – from their “horde,”
Of hard-earned (?) blood-sweat revenue,
And say: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Well, I’M THROUGH,
With each f®iend! Unkind-and-evil-“AQUAINT’CE,”
I need-me-some-friends – some real saints!! 🙂
OK, well, there’s my rant and rave,
It HAD to come out – I’m not as brave,
As my mom or dad – in their 80’s,
And I KNOW – I’m bound for Hades!!
But, perhaps, it might be better-than-HERE,
‘Cause I really-don’t like the taste of beer!
BUT, say at 3:00, we’ll meet-with-Birthday-Cash,
And toast our health – and-our-teeth-can-gnash,
We’ll eat a pretzel – and shoot some pool,
But, golly gee, perhaps-I’m-a-fool,
Another acquaintance, by the way,
A sad and lonely, bad-ol’ “Jay!”
- Porters Thriftway grocery stores, in Alpine, on 2nd Street & 5th Street!
🙂 – “There is an awful pain in my chest; I’ll bet it’s my heart!” signed, The Mystic Grinch