Get Off Your Ass
"Am I Crazy?" If you can ask yourself that you're not, right?
Crazy things have been happening to me lately day and night.
Inanimate objects, non living things,
have been having with me "conversations."
Take my Buddha tea lite candle holder for instance.
We recently had one of those "conversations."
Looking out my window I came to see,
a woman whose shopping cart fell apart completely.
Scattered on the ground were all of her groceries,
it was then that Buddha began saying repeatedly,
"Get off your ass, get off your ass," over and over again to me,
"Get off your ass, get off your ass," he just kept going on relentlessly,
"Get off your ass, get off your ass," It was driving me crazy,
"Get off your ass, get off your ass," and so I surrendered completely,
Buddha said his last "get off your ass".
granting me a moment of silence and peace.
I went down and helped her gather all of her groceries,
and gave her my shopping cart to keep.
"Hey, you're the guy who takes care of the feral cats aren't you?
I've been wanting to give you something,
but didn't know how to reach you."
She reached inside her purse and gave me a check,
$1,000.00 payable to Cash.
"I think it's a great thing," she said, "what you do,
and I wanted to give a little something that could help you."
She thanked me again and shook my hand,
"It was a pleasure meeting you,"
she said, "you're a very good man."
"Wow," I said aloud in my apartment, "$1,000.00 payable to Cash,"
that's when Buddha said to me somewhat crass,
"Aren't you now glad I got you up off your ass?"
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2015
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