“Hi there” (half-smile)
“Hey” (half-smile back)
“Did you see that little ball
of dust lying just below the door?”
(pointing intensely)
“The one that I just stepped on?”
(raises left foot & looks confused)
“Yeah! That piece of dust is me!!!
So please don’t step on it.”
(looks sad/angry)
“But you’ve told me before that you
were once a successful lawyer
so you must be worth far more
than that dust below the door?”
(looks confused again)
“That’s what I thought as well
until I lost it all to my insanity.
Now I live on these scary streets
hungry and all alone.”
(looks frustrated and afraid)
Sorry, but it’s not right to give
you money because you may
use it for drugs or booze but
when I get home I’ll damn sure
pray that “God” will heal you.
(looks sanctimonious)
But I don’t need your god when
what I really need is food
and a safer place to sleep.
So I guess that I should let you go
and I’ll pray for you to “your God”
that you’ll never end up like me.
(looks hurt and hungry)
©ronvdm777
January 2020
©ronvdm777
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