Waiting

Today while I was sick in bed,
The phone rang which pounded my head.

My lawyer on the other end,
Stated that a settlement is on the mend.

Knowing my mouth piece was always quite simple,
Amazingly witless with a mind as big as a pimple.

Telling me that I should immediately tend,
To the action at hand which will not bend.

So getting dressed and looking a mess,
Jumping in my car and not settling for less.

Thinking of all the great money,
I could bring home to my lovely bunny.

Wondering if this venture was for real,
Accepting this agreement which was a steal.

Swiftly arriving to court on time,
Thinking and assuming that everything was fine.

Until seeing my attorney who reluctantly stated,
That the judge’s calendar didn’t have my case dated.

This appearance was obviously being delayed,
Forcing me to wait another day to get paid. 

William P. Frasca

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William P. Frasca