chipmunk

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

billy woke up with nothing to do his brain was dead but his heart was true he heard a commotion out in the street at the window his eyes a strange sight did meet a mob was shouting a thousand strong billy made out the words of a song the words made no sense but struck him deep the tears inside him he could not keep the sadness inside him he could not hide he put on his hat and went outside but the streets were deserted and quiet regained papers blew in the wind and it started to rain billy went back inside and his hat off he took he sat down in a chair and picked up a book it had a blue cover and pages of white and the author had taken the trouble to write the tale of his life for all to peruse and was very sincere but the book had no news billy put the book down and stared into space no sign of discontentment appeared on his face he thought of the adventures that he had never had and the tv shows he’d seen some of them not half bad he thought of all the nights and days when he had slept and ate and wished he was a chipmunk wouldn’t that be great?