Don't Worry About a Thing, I'll Handle That!
I've been around a few Summers.
And I know where the Buffalo roam.
Where the Deer and the Anteloupe play.
And those discouraging words I've heard.
More than seldom.
And at one time...
I heard them all day.
Spiced with a variety of insults.
And when someone says to me,
'I've got your back.
Don't worry about a thing,
I'll handle that! '
My concern radar goes on full alert!
You know how you can tell,
A blood hound has his/her target in sight?
Not a muscle moves.
I'm not accustomed to folks being that overt.
Not when it comes to my wellbeing.
This is a statement of fact.
Call it a conditional acknowledgement.
Not a complaint.
So,
Please don't get this confused...
With one speaking the truth,
And another being delusional.
There is a difference.
My eyebrow raises before my lips part!
And whatever comes out of my mouth,
Is intended to offend.
With no apologies extended.
Like I said...
I've been around a few Summers.
And I know where the Buffalo roam.
Where the Deer and the Anteloupe play.
And discouraging words I've heard.
More than seldom.
And at one time,
I heard them all day.
Spiced with a variety of insults.
And,
They were not sung by a cowboy!
Strumming a guitar by a campfire,
On the prairie.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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