help yourself, lady (and forgive me for saying so)
by W. H. Shirk
she can't stop smoking
she can't lose weight
her lungs are rotten
her heart is rotten
she is too sick to operate on
and too sick to go home
her children have contempt for her
her husband is prone to strokes
her first husband beat her
I guess it's her placid smile
or her complacency or her
expectations that I or anyone else
can straighten out her crookedness
independent of any effort on her part
or maybe it's because she is my
tenth visit in a long afternoon
but God I am sick of this woman
bless her and please keep her
I have to go home now.
3 comments:
Ah. I laughed. I cried. And i want to pass that along. :)
Keep the title and author in it, pass it wherever you want! I love the "bless her but please keep her." Like, bless her, but please, keep her, because I can't.
That made me smile. Hopefully we can see each other more this week-end and share stories.
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