CRISPY SAYS HELLO TO THE señor SANS TILDA, AT TIMES AVEC TILDA

Hello Señor.

I have a story to tell you.
It involves rich people.
Rich with puppies and monkeys.
Those puppies and monkeys
are clutched to
their rich bosoms,
wealthy and delightful.

“Please say that you love me, monkey”
I overheard one say.
“Are you my only monkey?”
Said another, barren and bereft.
“Puppy, will you marry me?”
Said a third, sterile with intent.

What a lesson is learned today!
For surely all of us, like rich people,
often lavish our attentions upon
that unworthy of our attentions.

I am thinking now of
academia. And the heavens.

Ignored by the rich, who fondle
monkeys,

Beloved by the poor, who cannot
afford puppies.

Or wealth,
shunned by the poor,

in haughty fervor
and without coyness

Let us know today that truly

If you cannot afford
poverty, than you could

do better than to embrace
the helpless and the clutched

If you cannot afford wealth,
you could do better than

the heavens

or haughty fervor
or smugness

If you cannot afford a beating
small heart clutched dumbly
to your bosom

You could do better than

Perhaps somewhat you could
do something

Better it would be

You could improve upon

Well, perhaps

you could not


all artwork, except likenesses of Lyndon B. Johnson, by Crispy Flotilla ® 2006