SOMEBODY

SOMEBODY

I know a somebody, that’s really something,
for the likes of me, a nobody. I’ve been a
nobody all my life and I’ll go out a nobody.
The somebody I know worked hard to be just
that, and what does he have that I don’t? Well
the list would include ulcers, nervous ness,
sleepless nights and money of course.
But after I got done calculating the put ons
and put offs, and the ins and outs, ups and
downs, the side steps and step ons, the run
a rounds and the run overs, the walk through
and the walk overs, the I win and the you lose,
the shorts and the longs, the nays and yeas,
the dreams and the nightmares, the hot and
cold. That’s only a start of the list, but not only
was I getting tired, but fed up with the whole
game.
But back to calculating, minuses were ninety
three point seven percent, leaving six point
three percent on the plus side. There was no
undecided, no gray area, just black and white.
But what did he lose, well the six point three
percent would cover about a tenth of it.
Oh his portfolio is bulging with stocks and
holdings. He has to inventory his stuff, be-
cause he has expensive and valuable stuff.
[My stuff comes from Target and Wal Mart
so no need to inventory.] My portfolio is a
empty manila folder, I wouldn’t even know
what a portfolio is if he hadn’t told me.
The hardest part in being around him is pre-
tending, to be in awe of all his things, and his
so called station in life. I don’t envy him,
rather I feel sorry for him.
Well I got to go I got some whittling to do
before dinner - no supper, I’ve been around
him too long.

© Prof Don T. Nomuch 2006