We all lie...all day long
“Good morning! ! ”
(But it’s not,
It’s cold and windy)
“How ya doin’? ”
(as if I could really give
a rat’s rear end)
“Oh I’m doin’ just great and you? ”
(Please, puleeze,
don’t tell me!)
Have a seat, I’ll buy you a coffee!
(he always sits… and
I always buy)
Wanna read part of my paper?
(No! No! Don’t take the crossword…
…He does)
“How’s my health? Couldn’t feel better! ”
(There’s not a part of my body
That doesn’t hurt like hell!)
“How about that Ben Laden? ” he asks
(he’s dead, I’m glad, and
I’m tired of hearing his name)
“Gotta busy day ahead of you? ” he asks
(yeah right! Outta work, outta cash, outta sight,
outta mind! And runnin’ outta patience)
“Yeah, I always stay busy”
(and this is likely to be
The busiest part of my day!)
“Ya think we’re gonna whip those Taliban? ”
“Yep” I reply. (after another trillion dollars
And a few thousand more young boys die!)
“Well I’m afraid I messed up your crossword” he says
“No problem ol’ buddy” I say
(you ornery ol’ bastard, bumbling, sumbitch!)
“Hey ya reckon we’re gonna whip those Taliban? ”
“Yep” I reply (while thinking
if he asks that one more time, he’s gonna die)
“Well gotta be goin. See ya tomorrow ol buddy, take care! ” says he
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poem by David Whalen
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