“THE ‘BUT’ GIRL,” a poem for: Saturday/Sunday October 12 – 13, 2019

{an introductory limerick entitled: “No Requirements.”

A girl wasOnce VERY tired, Until, from her job, she got fired;

Then, with time “on her hands,” She traversed many “lands,”

‘Til she LANDed on one NOT required.}

“I’m so VERY, VERY TIRED,” MyHoney said to me;

“Well, could you ‘ease up’ a bit?” “(I’m) not sure; I’m (so) fo o o o o o ggy.”

“What would youSay about A NEW PHIL O SO PHY?”

(SheListenedSome, (pause) but wasItwas IT I In- te en tly?)

(I don’tKnow.) HeSaid: “The work you do . . . ” (pause) “YES?” (said) she;

“You MIGHTtry treating it (pause) moreLike (pause) Your (pause) Ho o bby,

WhichMeansYouDON’ThaveToDoIT (always) con stan tly.”

“BUT it’sImportant toDoIt me etho dic ally.”

“Maybe so, butNOTatTheExpense of your happiness and health.”

“BUT what I do could inTheFuture produce some real wealth.”

“Still, whenYouDo WhateverYouDo when you feel like it, just stop,

When you’re stressing out a bit,” “BUT I wanna getTo THE TOP.”

“TO THE TOP OF WHAT?” “You know, ‘THE HEEP.’ “

“What will THATdoForYou?” ByThen, she was asleep.

In her dreams, sheMurmured: “I MUST, I MUST SUCCEED.”

And “I must STRIVE to always ‘take the lead.’ “

Then, The Lord of Life THE LORD did intercede,

And placed her hand RIGHT THERE where he did bleed,

And said: “It’s hard, MY LOVELY CHILD to ‘kick against the goads,’

And LIFE LIKES TO PLACE MANY HEAVY LOADS,

On those who think they must prove their everlasting worth;

Remember: YOU’RE JUST VISITING, VISITING THE EARTH,

And it’s a dream, so take your time; don’t work too hard, and (tryTo)BeAmime,

MORE, by listeningToTheChatter of A THOUSAND, STRIVING VOICES.”

Thus, in the morning, she realized she had some others choices,

Like: SHE DID NOT HAVE TO POST A LOT, & could just RELAX upon The Pot,

& that worry is fine, now & again, but nothing’s THAT important; she asked The Counselor then: “What about THIS PHONE, with which I often fight?”

“Oh, don’tWorryAboutThat,” he said: “ItHasNoConstitutionalRight,

To be answered;” so, she TURNED THE DIAL (over) TO “QUIET,”

And she stopped always reacting to the ads that said: “Buy It,”

And she DROPPED THE WORD “BUT,”

TheMostPowerfulWordInTheEnglishLanguage, and sheWalkedMoreWithHer”mutt,”

AndSheWentForAswim, still “posting” a little hereAndThere,

And she spent more time combing her hair,

And kissed and cuddled at night with her Sweetie,

WhoSaid: “I STILL like you but(t), girl AND sucking on your [little] feetie.”

fin β™₯

Published by J Jay Samuel Davis

A West Texas Cowboy, seeking "fishers of (wo)men!"