The Houseguest
 
Nice words on thin-lined paper arrive in my snail mail
box every week

He’ll be getting out soon, He’s now so mild, So meek

Calling for a place to stay, Could it be with me?
Oh come on! Come on! How much of a problem could
it be?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Guilt and shame about past events are called to mind
I’m sure things will go well (this time!)...or am I just
blind?

There has to be rules and understandings, and limit;
Or he may just drink and party; and run the gamut

You know, it has been nice having my brother stay here
But........Where’s the orange juice? Over here? Under
there?

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He’s got a job interview tommorow, he’ll have his own
money!
I’m so happy for him, it’s not even funny

I don’t mind driving him to and fro, I say all sappy
As long as he has a place to go, that’ll make him happy

The smooth country road and scenery put me at ease
Of course there’s the matter of hiding my keys

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Some say to me privately, “You’d better watch out!”
To them I say calmly, “Its best to bud out.”

He’s always so tired, he likes to sleep in
But when can I expect some money to come in?

He wakes me one morning, he’s sick and in despair
I need to drive him to the doctor, Would I mind? Do I
care?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The nurse takes me aside and asks if I’m a relation
I can’t believe what she says, or the tone of her
question

She says he needs three days of detoxification
Can I drive him over, or should she call the station?

I innocently ask her, “What are you talking about?”
She says to me firmly, “Your brother ain’t sufferin’ from
gout!”

By earthmanwrites

© 2005 earthmanwrites (All rights reserved)

 

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