on July 2, 2013 by r.a.w. in Poetics, Comments (0)
A Simple Request From A Weary Man
I came to what could be called a traveler
And far be it for I to diminish a man’s dreams
He called to me
And I saw a glimmer in his tired rheumy eyes
Of a life of harsh visions
His skin and clothes dirty
He called to me, this man
And said:
“I hope you get AIDS and DIE”
Far be it for me to diminish a man’s wishes either
But my laughter only caused him to mock me
A furious cackle issued from his diseased
And travelled throat
I could only assume he meant it in all sincerity
And still do
Though I’ve yet to oblige him
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