Choices

(Dialogue Poem)

Ejects and dejects cried;

Same game on either side;

You go in; you come out;

Your choice is, smile or pout;

You drop it in, and wait;

The choice is yours Gaye Tate.

What choice do I have Drew?

But sit and chat with you,

And hear your point of view.

Thank you Gaye for your ears;

Amid the hype and noise;

There is always a choice;

My point to you is this;

Crackers they will dismiss;

Ignorance is not bliss;

Take a slice off whole bread;

Choice is always widespread;

To wed on not to wed;

Lesbian, straight or gay

Wrong or right, what's your say?

Why you ask this of me?

Not in closet, but free;

Gay by name and nature;

Thanks to legislature.

Have you read Charles Strite's post?

Pray tell who is this man?

Don't know him from Adam;

So you don't eat toast bread!

I dab it with glow-spread.

He was an inventor

Of the pop-up toaster;

Check him out on Google;

Such knowledge is useful.

Don't have a computer.

You have got to be kidding!

No! No! Not rich like you.

Where is the sun today?

All day the sky will weep;

Still I must feed the sheep;

My eclipse biscuits fell

In stew, what to do, Drew? 

Don’t you be a baboon!

Fish them out with pot spoon

Eat and chat with Lorraine,

A balanced life maintain... 

Drew, you controlling freak,

I asked simple question;

Not your lecture session.

Bravo my friend we do

Have choices, in a queue;

My point to you is this:

Ignorance is not bliss.

So now I am stupid,

And you are so lucid?

I am simply saying,

It's an undertaking

To weigh, the pros and cons;

Think, why shoes hurt your corns?

Oh come off it, you freak,

With your lecturing streak!

© Paterika Hengreaves

June 13, 2013

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