Played

Uncle Remus is back, a welcome surprise.
He's shaking my hand and saying he loves me.
He asks after my wife and all of my kids,
And we talk about sports, about R&B music.
I ask if my friend would like something to eat.
He says he's not hungry. His visage grows dim,
And I wait for his latest installment of tragedy:
Someone has died, something's wrong with
His truck. Can I loan him some money?
Such loans are not loans. I say I'll let him know.
I can call him tomorrow, and, after he leaves,
I review what he owes, losing faith that he's
Really my friend.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-07-31 at 02:02

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