Stroke!

I’m sitting mute in my wheelchair,

They think that I’m deaf and dumb,

Since ever the stroke that took me out

Emboldened everyone,

The jokes that they told behind my back

They say straight out to my face,

They think I’ll die of a heart attack,

I think they’re a sad disgrace!

 

It’s always about the money,

It’s always about the gilt,

They think they’re getting a fortune,

They’re all hocked up to the hilt,

They think that my Corporation

Will soon be theirs for the take,

They’ll shunt me out to the sidelines,

I think that’s a big mistake!

 

If they think that I’m weak and dying,

They really don’t know the man,

I built up a corporation

With the strength of these two hands,

I was out in the streets at fourteen,

I was selling and hustling then,

While they were sucking their mother’s paps

I was out with working men.

 

Not one of them’s done a hard days work,

They sit there, pushing a pen,

They’ve never raised blisters on their fists

That bled, oh, time and again,

They sit in their pristine offices

With a wall of framed degrees,

But never spent time in a filthy trench

With water, up to their knees.

 

When I’m left alone in the evenings,

I stagger up out of this chair,

And force myself to walk to the wall

And back, as I fight despair,

But I’m gradually getting stronger,

And my head’s as good as it was,

I’ll show these ignorant jokers

What it takes to be a boss!

 

I think they’re getting impatient,

They want me out of the way,

I’ve heard them mutter between them,

That they’ll speed my going away,

The one that I used to trust the most

Has sat in my chairman’s chair,

He smirks and shirks all the daily work

While I can but sit and stare.

 

They’re treating me like an imbecile

They’re treating me like I’m mad,

They’ve draped a blanket over my lap

And don’t realise, I’m glad.

They come at night with a plastic bag

And they place it over my head,

But out from the rug my Magnum looms

And then, Bang Bang, they’re dead!

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Barbz]

I really enjoyed this work.....although to me it was bittersweet.....for it took me back 4 years to when my late husband was in that chair. His charitable heart was still beating but nothing else seemed to work but for the love and sadness in his eyes.........You know, David, that you can read the first few lines of a book or such and know that it interests you Not........You, on the other hand, catch my interest from the Jump.....Thank you for this ride...it is so enjoyable......

[R Smith]

nice work David and so glad to see such money grasping scum meet a fitting end, your stories it seems are never ending and that for us readers is the best news ever :)

[Baby Ricochet]

My Grandfather had a stroke. He was one of these independent "I'll do it all myself" raise your own food and live stock, hunt your own game kind of guys you find in America's rural south. I'm sure Australia is full of guys just like him. After his stroke he couldn't walk, move his right arm or speak without slurring his words and my grandmother had to do everything for him which ran her into the ground. He died within the year after that from an aneurysm. Personally I think he didn't want to be around anymore and his spirit convinced his body it was time to go. He never shot anybody though. It isn't likely he could have aimed his rifle let alone load it.

[Tate Morgan]

hahhaha yeah the lesson they learned came hard in the end and was well taught .