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He had never had a wife,
nor even a lady friend.
None, that I can recall!
He kept his secrets within.
His mother was a streetwalker
She lived just up the road.
Our attractions were acute
I opened my heart, I let him in.
He had no formal education
only the things I could teach
He wasn't overly streetwise
he was young when we met.
It was hard for him to socialize
with my kind of folks.
He'd rather laze in an easy chair
or curl up and watch a TV show.
He wasn't a food connoisseur
nor a drinker of fine wine
But to know him was euphoric
He was comfort to have around.
I tried to bring him life
on this canvas of utter white.
For pure was his colour
It was hard to capture light.
I painted a beautiful boy today
but not in the human sense.
But of soft white fur and
eyes of great discernment.
Terri A Hateley. May 16. 1999
#2
Smoke Signals
Hey you Government officials
You up the price of our smokes.
Ban us from everywhere, near and far.
Make us feel guilty when we light up
in front of kids. Tax per packet,
You keep us broke.
Charge top dollar for patches
and gum that will aid our quit.
Ban advertising so we wont
be tempted. But keep them
on the shelf. We buy our fix!
Warn us on the packets
that 'smoking is a health hazard'.
But what do you do to help us
kick our habit?
For a junkie on the needle
who will also die from his
addiction, you make needles
available for use!
Supply his habit and a building
to shoot up in __ all for free!
Smokes don't spread AIDS
from discarded butts.
Junkies do with needles
that kids pick up.
We don't spread AIDS
from sharing smokes.
But junkies do from passing
their needles, blood soaked.
We develop CANCERS
and still the government
won't help!
I am tired of being made
to pay high prices so that junkies
can kick their habit at my expense.
I want answers!
Terri A Hateley © May 15. 1999
E-Mail Terri yeletah@yahoo.com
Terri's Hompage ~http://www.omen.com.au/~fireice/List.html
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