“TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS.” a poem a.k.a.: “Shooting From The Hip.” November 10, 2019 (Sunday)
I kind of HOPE that “Taking Care of YOU” does NOT mean “Taking Care of me.”
Well, do you see the distinction? Hee. Hee? (pause) Heeee?
It’s like, when I wanna eat. “No, eating’s over rated.”
Or “I think I might sit down,” BUT “I have REALLY WAITED,
To go for a walk with you; so, come on now, DON’T you sit;
I WANT YOU up and running running every bit,
As fast and much as I often wish I could do.”
“May I rest just a moment?”
“Now, you’re abusing me too.”
“Must I defer to what YOU THINK is best?
I was just going to take a little rest.
I might be just a few minutes late.” “THAT’S N O T OK;
YOU M U S T CONFORM so this here day,
Can be all right FOR ME,” I say.
“Well, OF COURSE; that’s great. I understand.
Hip hip hooray.”