Last Resort

All me life I’ve been a bushman who lived mostly in a city
with dodging cars and sleazy bars and no-one showing pity.
A city is a concrete jungle, divvied by ribbons of tar,
and everyone must watch their back or bear a mental scar.

That’s why I call meself a bushman ‘cause I feel much healthier
tramping through the undergrowth where I feel more wealthier
than breathing in the choking smog and numbing to the constant noise,
in bids to keep up with the Jones’ or to flee a mugger’s poise.

And I’m not the only one who feels quite fearful in the streets
where the lighting becomes dim and it is silhouettes one meets,
with pepper spray and whistles ready, just in case something begun,
and of course there is for last resorts … my beretta jetfire gun.

So when I became a traveller to all corners of the earth,
I have my bodyguards in waiting for the hope that they’ll be worth
when there’s a lack of local knowledge of animal or man,
but I can put up quite a fight and beat the hunter with a plan.

And my plan came into play when on a US hiking trip
through Yellowstone in wilderness with my baretta on my hip;
I was hiking with a woman who I’d met when in Brazil,
and we were forced to flee, Amazonians, amid their threats to kill.

We flew to Africa together to hike along the Serengeti,
where predators just out of reach would leave us mildly sweaty,
but we always felt we’re in control out of our comfort zone
just like we were together when hiking there in Yellowstone.

And its thanks to my baretta; that pistol with a single shot
that I’m alive to write this poem with execution of my plot.
We were hiking up along a ridge when I saw something brown
that was moving slow behind a shrub before it went to town.

A growling grizzly bear appeared and prepared to run us down,
and as we fled the fact was there; the bear was gaining ground,
so I drew out my baretta; took careful aim and saved the day.
I shot the woman just behind her knee, and made my getaway.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Proxenos Avatar
November 29, 2019 at 2:03 PM
Lindsay - wow, I loved the ending and as always a hilarious one - of course loved the Serengti hike! A brilliant write. Hugs Jennifer.
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December 2, 2019 at 6:10 PM
Hello Jennifer ... thanks again for putting on a comment. I would have dearly loved to visit Africa to see the large herds going on their migration and also the flamingos - catch you soon Jennifer - Lindsay
Cunningham Avatar
November 26, 2019 at 7:45 AM
Absolutely brilliant Lindsay, you are the master of the punchline. Tom
Laurie Avatar
December 2, 2019 at 6:06 PM
Hello Tom ... not sure about being being brilliant, but I do enjoy writing humour using the 'joke poetry' theme - thanks again Tom - Lindsay
Leffanta Avatar
November 25, 2019 at 3:39 PM
This should be come a classic in the years to come! Well done! Aloha! Rico
Laurie Avatar
December 2, 2019 at 6:03 PM
G'day Rico ... a classic for who; a Male Chauvinistic Pig convention. The will to survive is very strong - thanks again Rico - Lindsay
Hinshaw Avatar
November 24, 2019 at 5:33 PM
Hilarious indeed, Mate! I think I saw on TV the other day that you are among the most wanted by the cops! Just kidding! Altho you almost need a six-shooter around here anymore to feel safe! Its like the wild west of yore! Keep on spinnin' yer delighful yarns, old Mate - Bob
Laurie Avatar
December 2, 2019 at 5:58 PM
Ha-Ha, good one Bob. You had me for a split second with your 'most wanted' theory. Same here Bob; guns and knives are the toys of today. Thanks Bob - Lindsay
Wolf Avatar
November 24, 2019 at 4:42 PM
Positively HILARIOUS, my friend. You really had me there... So well-done! Cheers, Gershon
Laurie Avatar
December 2, 2019 at 5:54 PM
Hello Gershon ... thanks again Gershon. Makes you wonder though about some people and steps they take for survival - Lindsay
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