I Get It From Him

He'd change the subject
Or you'd hear his tinkling laughter
As he told the story
Of how his
Deranged
Lunatic
Brother
Nearly killed him
With a machete

"It was easy.
I knew he was
nearly blind without
those coke-bottle
glasses of his.
So I took my last
good whack
making sure his
glasses fell in the dirt."

He had a thousand friends
And that is no lie
They never knew
The troubles he
Went through
They only heard
His laughter
Or gave their
Heated "Rah - Rah!"
With his favored
Politicky talk

He liked his
Coffee and his
News radio
Cat on his lap
Skimmin' through
The Sunday paper


*My Dad would be so proud.  Only a few close friends know the meaty details of my life, thus far.  Laughter and poetry is what I hope all others see.