Hey, Josh

Hey, Josh,
I am going
to think,
because you sit
in every meeting,
and I can not
stand you.
I simply can not
stand you.
I am going
to think.
Within a year
I shall be goner.
My children
will cry.
My grandchildren
will cry
and call:
we shall miss you
grandma.
I shall send
my sister
on such guilt trip
she will never
come back.
My oldest sister
will knit me
nice warm sweater
to wear
in the casket,
and my brother
will tell more
tall tales.
He will cry:
Why did she run away?
No, that's another
tall tale - mine.

Hey, Josh,
why you don't get
lost? Buzz off!
Go away!
It's not working,
Josh.

Copyright (c) MP
Pottsville, 12/10/2010
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