Calling John Harvey
John holds a towel to his bruised up face
another whisky soaked self inflicted haze
He calls an ambulance, the only number he knows
a prank call just for them to show
He's angry at the world again
the help he called for he starts threatening,
They leave and he calls them right back
a bit more chaos before a nap
To the passerby he yells "I'm dying"
If they knew him they'd know he is lying
Into a cell he shall soon head
some company, a free meal and bed
He's not mad he just wants to waste time
not believing it to be a crime,
and the money that they say he's wasted
is not his, so he's not exactly devastated
Compulsive number dialing, out of hand
a 'menace to society' or just a lonely old man ?
Copyright © Leighton J Rees | Year Posted 2018
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