Just Asking
Flick of the wrist. Snap of the fingers.
In the time it takes you to pour a coffee …
It can all disappear.
You are on a string,
you are a puppet
on show and
those who count the money and
control the bits and bytes
can make you come and go
to their own tune and
insolvable, unconsolable delights.
One moment, you have it made.
Getting laid every day and
there’s always a message or two
on your phone
or someone
asking you for a favor or two.
Then poof!
You - the King of Siam are
Sam I am, green eggs and ham
dropped on the floor for a laugh
for others to explore,
their finer feelings.
Let this be your notice;
all you value so invaluably
will disappear in an instant one
bright, fall morning,
not even a sailor’s sundry warning;
the women, the car, the big fat cigar
the 20 dollar socks and the big fat watch
the cat, your front tire, your teeth and
that big fake smile always on your face ….
Gone, on a dime, in an instant,
no sign of a crime.
Just gone and
with no reason.
It just happens, it is how
it is, things happen and
the wizards take a whiz.
Oh, you can blame the dealer.
Or her and how she led you on and on …
Or the interest rates or your hard working parents
Or some cabal and unpronouncable crowd.
Go ahead.
Yet, we know not
about how the rabbits got into the hats
or how the the lady was not sawed
or alas saved.
So I ask, enfin …
what are you doing
to make IT last
to make the smoke not appear?
Who is putting fertilizer on your garden?
Who is helping prevent the fear from becoming clear?
What are you going to do when there are
no more wheelbarrows full of shit to keep
the gravy train coming?
Disappear? In grief
like old King Lear?
Just asking.
The time in nigh, is near.
Powerful David. Thank you.