We all lie...all day long

“Good morning! ! ”
(But it’s not,
It’s cold and windy)

“How ya doin’? ”
(as if I could really give
a rat’s rear end)

“Oh I’m doin’ just great and you? ”
(Please, puleeze,
don’t tell me!)

Have a seat, I’ll buy you a coffee!
(he always sits… and
I always buy)

Wanna read part of my paper?
(No! No! Don’t take the crossword…
…He does)

“How’s my health? Couldn’t feel better! ”
(There’s not a part of my body
That doesn’t hurt like hell!)

“How about that Ben Laden? ” he asks
(he’s dead, I’m glad, and
I’m tired of hearing his name)

“Gotta busy day ahead of you? ” he asks
(yeah right! Outta work, outta cash, outta sight,
outta mind! And runnin’ outta patience)

“Yeah, I always stay busy”
(and this is likely to be
The busiest part of my day!)

“Ya think we’re gonna whip those Taliban? ”
“Yep” I reply. (after another trillion dollars
And a few thousand more young boys die!)

“Well I’m afraid I messed up your crossword” he says
“No problem ol’ buddy” I say
(you ornery ol’ bastard, bumbling, sumbitch!)

“Hey ya reckon we’re gonna whip those Taliban? ”
“Yep” I reply (while thinking
if he asks that one more time, he’s gonna die)

“Well gotta be goin. See ya tomorrow ol buddy, take care! ” says he
and you know…when I sit down in this booth tomorrow
I’ll really miss him… if that pain in the ass is not there…

(And Ya know? That’s no lie!)

poem by David Whalen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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