The Lady Who Lives Next Door To Me Yearns To Sever Body Parts

“HYBRID POETRY” IT COULD BE SMARTER TO BARTER The barter system is a fallacy entangled in a lie And I’ll tell you all exactly why There ain’t no way to live in this world and not spend a penny At least I don’t know of any Hey Mister, listen, I’ll clean the windows in your store And you give me some food and drink in return So the dude looks as if I’ve gone completely crazy He implies that it takes green but I infer he could give it to me for free If only he’d listen to the likes of me Hey lady, listen, you look all hot and sweaty anyone can see So let me mow your grass instead of you And then you let me sleep in a spare bedroom tonight First of all she’s too leery and secondly she doesn’t want me anywhere near her house Hey old man, you look laden and ready to pass out So why don’t I carry those groceries for you And you can give me a bottle or two of rum You don’t think the old bastard drinks liquor, do you? And even if he had there ain’t no way he was letting me cross his threshold Hey Mr. Butcher, you look like you’ve had a hard day so why don’t I sweep up for you I’ll sweep, I’ll dust, I’ll spit shine the floor if I must And you can feed me anything I need not cook For I own no bedroom, no roof, and certainly not a stove He gives me some bologna about having no bologna And that’s the only meat, if he had any, the butcher would spare Because like everyone I’ve mentioned, he simply doesn’t care You can call me crazy, insane and a jerk But I know the barter system could never work So if you think by bartering our troubles will ever be solved Ain’t nobody doing nothing for nobody unless there’s currency involved © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~