MR. SIMON

When I met Mr. Simon,
he introduced me to his father,
Mr. Simon. Mr. Simon was old
enough to be Mr. Simon’s father.
“You’re much older than Mr. Simon,
Mr. Simon” I told Mr. Simon.
Everybody laughed and laughed.
What was so funny? I didn’t know
what the hell was going on.
“What the hell is going on?”
I asked. And everyone laughed
more.

If only I would have waited:
Mr. Simon would eventually
die, as would Mr. Simon.
Only I would be left
to tell you this story,
the story of Mr. Simon,
Mr. Simon, and the
Simon family. But
who would listen?
Everyone who was
alive would be too
busy laughing.

Just like the
last time.