a truck, eh?

AN ARMOURED TRUCK

A Poem about the Possibilities

By Izzy Ess of Oblige Nobless

Suppose an armoured truck pulled up to your

Abode?  Would you panic or would you just

Assume it’s bringing you the week’s receipts

And bags of money from the Chase Manhattan

Bank?  Or, could it be your buddies who

Insist you go with them to rob a bank?

Or, could it be a movie-making firm

Which wants to use your house to film a thriller

All about a slob like you who gets

Involved in sticking up a clothing store

To get to don the suits that everyone

Is wearing, eh?  Or, could it be some aliens

From outer space who scarfed an armoured

Truck along the way from Mars to Marzipan,

Your suburb, and they are determined

To just capture you alive to get

Aboard their ship to do experiments

On special sexual and pleasure-pain

Activities?  Well, what have you decided?

Are you going to open up the door,

Or are you cowering behind the couch,

In hopes it goes away?  OK!  I cannot

Stay forever!  Either go and kick

The can or stay and be the coward that

You surely, Shirley, curly, surly are!

Whatever is that truck, it’s so bizarre!

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

August 3, 2013