JOHN the LOANER

by

Robert Dominguez

10-13-04

 

 John was always the skeptic the first to argue

That the grass was not green not even the sky was blue

He had a knack for speaking not to inspire

But to destroy one's ideology until they'd retire

 

Over the years his friends began to dwindle

No one to fault for the yarn was on his spindle

As each day came with such speed and grace

John kept at his rhetoric never stepping off pace

 

Eventually the commonwealth got wise to his cruel ways

Encountering him was inevitable soon plans would be laid

To either detour his path or conjure a new design

To absolutely avoid him or have him confined

 

Both tactics were steep and slightly even rude

Yet in the presence of John the people just knew

That what must be was now in effect

The plan was in motion no time for regret

 

One early morning in August the sun shined bright

Against the backdrop of an asylum you could hear a good fight

Within the walls of padded white one could hear a slight moan

Stood John quite as can be for he was alone

 

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