POEM - Free Isn’t Always a Deal

Just because it is given away

Doesn’t mean you have to take it

Or that it is a good bargain

The dog that was left at our front door

Is not worth the price we paid

With an array of barks

That penetrate to the core of my brain

With yippy deadly precision

Are only surpassed in awfulness

By the fact it is riddled with worms

I’m thinking it needs to go for a ride

Deeper into the country

To play with its cousins

The newly prolific coyotes

Or what about the free records

The ones set outside in the bins

At the new 2^nd hand book store

I picked up a stack

Including one by the BeeGees

You know, as a goof

Right now I am listening

Wondering how this phenomenon kept going

After their first “hit” played

I had to stop and wipe the blood from my ears

I’m actually having a hard time typing

As the intellect drains minute by minute

Really not worth it

I think

Or maybe I love the BeeGees

Or maybe I  . . . uhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

(And just in time

The needle skips

Off the album)

Now back to my list

Did I mention every illness

And every disease

Most given completely free

Only to tax and torment you

Empty your pocket book

And confine you to bed

No thank you

I will pay for my pleasures

If only I can choose for myself

It is a small price to pay

To avoid the burden of free