Simple

by Tera Ponder

tsukichan3x4@yahoo.com

 

If I had a gun for every time there was a

Sour cat sitting on my windowsill in the dark,

I would be packing more power than its tuna breath.

And if I had a boot for every shouted “Hey!”

That was uttered by bruised commoners of the park,

I would have more feet to tire my body to death.

But the picket fence that was surrounding my window

Was vandalized with fresh paint and growing flowers,

So now I’ve been made to move to find a better view.

If I didn’t like where I was living before, though,

Why was I so happy to sit and stare for hours

Just to make sure I caught the truck signed “Screw You”?

And if I had a pretty penny I would give it

To the man on the corner for a can of tuna,

So I could start to rebuild my old life again.

 

©2008 Tera Ponder

 

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