Ann Foster Poet Narrative

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Important Me

Important Me

I drive a bright car. 
It is not a lemon 
but it has the same color.
I don’t understand, 
why the man laughed, 
as I drove it off the lot. 
I should go back…
and punch him.

It smells just right, 
no one but me…
has been behind the wheel. 

I deserve it. 
I am the man. 
I am the husband.
I make the money. 
I do all the work, 
and…
I am head of the house. 

It is bright yellow, did I say? 
Racing… black stripes, 
Bumble Bee watch out, 
drag you anytime.
I know that I would win, 
I have already.  

I am fast, I am furious. 
I can do all things, in my two doors.
I can leave my family behind. 
I can cry about doing things I must, 
and then stop doing them at all. 

I can do without “them”. 
I don’t need “them”. 

Who cares…
if they need me!

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Jeff Connelly November 23, 2019 at 6:18 PM WOW another heavy hearted poem Ann. At the beginning I was reminded of my first car that took me everywhere. 2 times around the USA. A yellow Chevy hatchback. But at the beginning of this poem I thought about an old joke where a snail buys a suped up racing car, and as ge, or she, tears out of the parking lot; the salesman says, "Look at that s car go" haha. But then your ending took any memories or humor out of my head. Very heavy words Ann. Thanks. Ann Foster November 24, 2019 at 9:24 AM lol... I think I remember the joke... hehe... yes, this one is a little on the sad side. I am watching it unfold personally and close up. It is so sad, and not a single story... there are so many... wow... I love your joke way better. Have the very nicest day. Ann