Krishna With His Butterballs
If I do not know you, you probably should go away,
as you have no reason to be at my door,
other than to save my soul, borrow something,
sell me some sugary treat, or to disturb my work and meditation in some way.
Take this as a hint – you will not be greeted,
whether I am home or not.
I may be watching you through the lens in the door or drawing a picture of you, or maybe,
just maybe, writing a poem about you while you wait for me answer your ring.
Do not leave anything at the door unless it was ordered from a supplier or is a bona fide
delivery.
By leaving anything at my door, you are accepting my contract to bill you for disposal and
handling. the minimum charge is twelve dollars.
This goes for you, too, Krishna.
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