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Beware of What Your CP Can Do

Just after dusk before Pacquiao’s fight,
An alarm went off on my townhouse street;
It sounded like mine, so I lagged my FB fit,
Rushed out and saw an old lady’s in fright.

What had caused that big bang? I got no clue;
Except that poor old lady would only know.
“Are you alright? ” I asked her with all my pity.
“Yes! ” she replied as she trembled with plea.

“No, don’t call the police or I’ll be in trouble.”
So, I asked no more than just to console her;
A glass of water or a chair to calm her a little;
Instead, she thanked me for not yelling at her.

God is truly good or I can’t forgive myself,
To let the old lady drove her white Mercury,
For I saw no damages to my Escape itself,
‘Til a young man came to check his Chevy;

He, who came to rescue a growing traffic,
Missed how Marquez’s jabs if true or fake,
Worried not for Pacman but she and her car,
It can’t be driven and yes she lives too far.

The tow truck arrived but the fight was over,
Now, more Hermes Bags to a smiling wife;
Gary and I wished we are Pacman’s brother,
And yes! Old Lily’s CP made a mess in life.

poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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