Get Outta Here!
prqvi...@yahoo.com.tw
Well, baby, I'm an island.
I'm the closest thing to it.
I'm a rock.
And a rock feels no pain. And an island never cries.
Shielded in my armor. I've got my poetry to protect me.
I touch no one and no one touches me!
I think it's time maybe that I count the average number of times in a
day each day that I loudly and angrily say to myself, "get outta
here!"
I drive to work on Monday, and a guy who should yield pulls his car
out in front of me.
Get outta here!
I pull into a parking lot and at the only parking space left, someone
is standing there, talking to someone else.
Get outta here!
My neighbor, I derisively nicknamed him "Dutch boy"
He's an immigrant from Finland who talks with an accent. All he does
is walk his dog in front of my yard which sets my dog off barking.
Dutch boy is retired, worthless, so all he does is walk his dog, but
only in front of my yard.
Get outta here!
My other neighbor, I nicknamed "Gumdrop" (I have nicknames for all my
neighbors) was told by his doctor to walk each day. He wears a little
elf-like jogging