The next in our group was quite
a young lad.
He looked rather geeky , but no
too-too bad.
The pants that he wore came up
to his belly,
And his hair had been greased
with a bit too much jelly.
Suspenders were needed, as well
as a belt,
For this poor chap was clearly
quite svelte.
But a likable chap he appeared
to be.
Without his thick glasses he
could never see
Past the end of his nose, much
less the room.
Nervously he eyed smokers,
afraid of the fume
That came from the end of the
glowing wrapped plant.
If asked to join sports or play
on a team, "I can’t"
He’d reply, afraid of
commitment,
Besides, He said, "I have
no equipment
For sports and the like. For
money is not,
Though mommy she does work a
lot,
Available most of the time,
And sometimes daddy must resort
to crime,
To pay for our food and the
house that we live In.
And most of the money we get,
we must give them,
The landlords that rent the
house for us,
Which is why I should be taking
a bus,
But I am traveling far so I
must fly, alas
Though I am sitting in Tourist
Class.
His mind was a sharp as a
butchers blade
And was used to advantage, in
terms of his grades.
A +’s all down his report
card he had,
But this did not cheer him, for
he was quite sad.
Nobody did know him or call him
a friend.
So lonely was he that nothing
could mend
The pain in his heart that did
show through.
But I really don’t think
that anyone knew
Of this poor chap’s
condition or of his great quest,
They were all concerned with
themselves or the rest
Of the pilgrims close by,
Who did not care nor glanced
with an eye
At the fellow, who lanky and
thin
Who was on a journey until its
great end.
Traveling he was to his great
destination,
Where he finally could talk and
be with some
Friends. He had placed his
journey in the hands of the Fates,
As he headed for the house of
the Famous Bill Gates.
Watch your step...
