Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Unused

I have an unused
Quarter in my brain
That either my teachers
Or my father couldn’t train

I’ll take him out
Show him some light of day
Sit on a stone,
Lis’n to what he has to say

“Let’s go eat a rat.”
“Witches are fun.”
“Garbled gobbledygook Mackie-roo”
“Geez! I wanna be a nun.”

“Hush!” I said.
“They’ll think you mad”
He made a face, and said,
“I wanna be sad.”

I was all serious.
“Join my school of thought.”
And thus began his story
Of use, disuse, misuse, rot.