Try this one on for size, Go to the twenty or less register at your local Wal-Mart With hunger pains growling, its lunch time, And all you got is a fresh salad and vitamin water in your cart. Add this one to the list also, A Safety orange colored truck circling around Up and down the street Looking for that next parking lot to tar Or driveway to seal That would be his next treat. Waving hi to me every time they pass me by I just play it off and wear my ear buds playing my own beat. I know them both and I know them very well Only if they knew, please GOD, I hope nobody will ever tell. They think I just manicure the lawn But truly, in reality for now, I’m just a pawn. Carried their family flowers Put them on easels’ and my O’ my How they looked like the twin towers. In front of them I centered his remains And then suddenly it hit me like a million trains. Two prior works I wrote before and they were for him, They were called, “Ice Fishing” and “Positive I.D” Yes, those were the name. And writing them, believe me they were no game. Yeah Hello Poetry Poets you all might know now On whom I am and what I’m learning to do, But forever, I’ll never even give them a clue. What would you do?