MM.11:128BILL CARROLL
The Briar Patch
You can noose that tight tie around my worthless neck
And hang me from the towering white oak, Br'er Fox.
I've done you wrong and deserve it.
Just don't throw me into that briar patch!
It's okay!
Make me haul that monogrammed briefcase downtown and back.
Or strangle my no-account neck
In a power necktie.
After all the lowdown pranks
I've played on you I deserve it
But please, B'er Fox
I begging you
Just don't throw me into the briar patch!
Jam me into a crowded commuter train
At the peak of rush hour
And e-mail me straight into the belly of the beast
Lord knows I deserve much worse.
Sentence me to a punch-the-clock chain gang
Make me haul a hundred pound attach¾ case
Up and down Sisyphus hill in polished wing tips.
Hang me from the button down tree
In a 9-to-5 necktie.
But please, B'er Fox,
Whatever you do
I'm begging you,
Don't throw me back into my briar patch!
Poem, © 2000, BILL CARROLL
(all rights reserved; To copy or translate this poem, please contact the poet)
Site design, © 2000, John Horvath Jr., PoetryRepairShop. and www.poetryrepairs.com
(All Rights Reserved).
TRANSLATOR and/or ILLUSTRATOR WANTED FOR THIS PAGE
|
Parts Poet ADS FORUM GUESTBOOK HOME 2001.01 RATE US REFER US SiteSEARCH SUBMIT |
Issues MM01 MM02 MM03 MM04 MM05 MM06 MM07 MM08 MM09 MM10 MM11 MM12 |
Pages 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 |
|
PoetryRepairShop 
|
