Man of troubles

Man of troubles

 

Man sees a lady,

Jumps above the hammock,

A good doggy

Ready to cause havoc.

 

Hair to the shoulders,

Eyes which bear no orders,

The pretty woman

Hops in her funky Sedan.

 

Man is on his knees,

On his arm,

A cut

In the third degree.

 

The right leg

Pains like a powder keg.

The left wrist

Is in a ligament twist.

 

What’s it gonna be?

Hospital?

Or the lady?

Man seems quite happy.

 

He calls his father:

“Hey Dad! Is the driver free?

Gotta go to hospital.

It’s an emergency.”

 

Man observes

The stony pillar

And wonders:

“Have I gone crazy?”

 

The car is here,

After half-an-hour.

Man walks like a zombie:

Slowly…Very slowly…

 

The drivers is in a worry.

Man is as calm

As can be,

With a laughter of ecstasy.

 

At Hospital,

News is scary:

Three weeks of care and remedy,

Or a cripple’s life for free.

 

Man’s feeling groovy:

“Family will do

Everything for me,

Be even nicer to me!”

 

21 days later,

It’s back to square 1.

Man is bored as can be,

His body functioning as prior.

 

Man is in Hell,

In a messy room,

Under a spell,

In fear of doom.

 

A red Sedan,

And hair

floating in the wind…

Man is dreaming in rewind.

 

A month later,

Passersby observe a canine,

Doing the nine rounds a day,

Picking a bone with a Croxley Master.

 

A police officer pushes

The two drunkards away,

Such as an actor

In a street play.

 

60 days later,

Man is near

A gate.

He shall wait.

 

A sexy voice 

Awakes Man from void:

“Hi there!

Are you the landlord?”

 

“Yes, I am”

Says Man.

“Where can I park my car?”

Asks Woman, carrying a guitar.