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
“Copyright © 2004 by Robert Dominguez Jr. All Rights Reserved.”