“TOUGH People Ain’t Born – They’re Shamed Into Submission!” a poem. Monday: 07/23/18
A man – checked in – at the local E.R.* –
“I got-me-a-splinter; it went in far!
It won’t come out, so I come to you –
Please, Dak-e-tari, pull it through!
Don’t let me suffer; it just won’ come out –
And, for all last week (pause) I just been a-pout!!”
And le Doctor said: “I’m from BUDAPEST;
Men die! with splinters! IN THEIR CHEST –
In their eyes!
‘Cause – the fashion is, when you get to Heaven,
They ask: HOW-MANY-SPLINTERS – WERE YOU GIVEN?
And – the more you got, the better you be,
Jesus got some splinters; come and see:
Jesus got some splinters – in his ankles and hands!
(Come now, fellow! Don’t you understands?)
Real people, yes – REAL! get splinters & stuff,
HELL YA! – one-guy-said; I GOT ME 14 HERE!
And – that was just on one side – of-MY-leg, my Dear!
Bites and splinters – and burst-blood-vessels too –
HOW MANY INJURIES YOU GOT – How many, FOR YOU?”
And, when The Doc – got through with his talk,
I said: “HELL, Yea; I will NOT balk,
I NOW-OWN THAT SPLINTER! That one there;
And I’ll get-me-some-splinters – in my pubic hair!
I’M GONNA SUFFER A LOT, I AM – BY GOL-LY!”
And I walked-away FILLED (pause) with “spirit-ual-g-u-lee!!”
And-I threw-open the car door, with my splintered hand,
I WAS READY TO GO – TO THE PROMISED LAND!
But, then – I noticed (long, long pause)
DANG, IT HURT!
“I-DO–need-some-help!” I did assert;
So, I drove pretty fast – in my fancy car,
And got to-the-next, (pause) NEAREST E. R. 🙂
- Emergency Room (en-ze hospitale!)
** – The Apostle Paul had an encounter with a snake (in The Book of “Acts”) where an evidently very dangerous snake (like THE BLACK MAMBA!!) gave him a good, ol’ bite on the hand, and St. Paul just shook the little booger into a campfire. When he did not just drop dead, like a normal bloke, the local villagers revered him, as a great, holy man . . . or a poet.
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