ThinkerA Poem by Pester D. Finches
Thinker
She spent her summers out at Girl Scout campin’,
Ridin’ horses an’ doin’ arts n’ crafts,
He spent his summers out in the garden,
Writin’ bad poems and readin’ Wilhelm Reich,
He spent a lot of time in his bed room thinkin’,
Workin’ on problems that he could not solve,
Took a few hours just to stare out the window,
Lookin’ for something that wasn’t there at all,
At night he’d go out with his 50 millimeter,
Gazin’ at something that he could not see,
When it got cold he would go inside an’,
Stare at the ceilin’ till the mornin’ light,
Walk around his house with his slippers on,
Waitin’ for a phone call that would never come,
Lot of people said he was crazy,
Sitin’ in the garden with his book and pen,
Never doin’ nothin’ cept sit and thinkin’,
Waitin’ for a time when it all could end.
He spent his life doin’ nothin’ but thinkin’,
Read a few books and once writ his own,
Got a cushy job at the school down yonder,
Spent a lot more time workin’ on his poems,
Built himself an orgone accumulator,
Tried to bust a cloud but it did not work,
Government they found him and with ease and quickness,
Threw him in the prison and they burnt his book,
Oh’ time keeps clickin’ and the sun keeps shinin’,
The wind blows the trees and the flowers grow,
She still spends her time at the Girl Scout campin’,
Teaching pony ridin’ doin’ arts and crafts,
He’s locked away where is mind is rottin’,
All because he thought and read Wilhelm Reich.
© 2009 Pester D. Finches |
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1 Review Added on February 22, 2009 AuthorPester D. Finchesthe middle of No-Where, NYAbouthi, my name is Pester, some of you may know me as j.j. or what you will, but you can call my Danny (my middle name). i like Danny better them Pester, dont you? more..Writing
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