I cant take it one second more. The constant rubbing, being made to shift from one place to another without ever being asked. Cold fingers taking liberties, then receding quickly from my face and back, like Im less than the norm. The insipid counting, over and over again, time moving ever so slowly. Youd think it wouldnt, but it gets worse. Suddenly you find yourself being flipped in the air like a toy, wondering if theyll catch you or accidentally drop you on the floor. Where are my proper care givers? My only true friend is Wallie. He hides me in a secret place sometimes when it looks like their coming to pick on me again. What Im about to tell you now, has to be kept in the strictest of confidence, cause if it becomes public they could come and take me away. Im old. Okay I said it, Im old and outdated. They took me to church a couple times, and I think they were just going to dump me in this topless coffin people were passing by. Of course if they had, I would have screamed bloody murder, considering all the dollar bills the had hidden in a slot in Wallie. Who in their right mind would leave an old penny like me, in a Church offering plate to do all Gods charity work. It seems even shepherds can cheap and tacky. P.S. (I found out it wasnt a topless coffin on the way home.)
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 01:55:16 +0000
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