i met a man named green
who came to fix my washing machine
then he stopped and stayed a while
because chatting seemed to be his style
he told me all about his life
he had three children and a wife
he’d worked for the company five years
through heartbreak, tragedy, and tears
his wife was fond of other men
his youngest daughter, who was ten
had failed to make the football team
and liked to eat too much ice cream
his son, who had just turned fifteen
was by the neighbors often seen
walking dazedly across their lawns
a practice that they frowned upon
but when the young man was arrested
and for illegal drugs was tested
there was nothing there to see
his behavior was a mystery
his older daughter, on the other hand
caused green’s chest to expand
she spent her life winning prize after prize
and was the apple of his eyes
she was popular and pretty
and was headed for the big city
where she was sure to find success
but the rest of the family was a mess
why was i listening to this fool
who had not been to the finest schools?
what did i care for his sad affairs
which he felt compelled to share?
at last he had his say
and went on his sorry way
i was free without resistance
to return to my real existence
i had wasted half the day
but soon i was tapping away
at all my enemies and friends
in the real word that never ends
happily sinking beneath the tide
with nothing to say snd everything to hide
or is nothing to hide and everything to say?
but i would not have it any other way
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