I have a friend who fixes
Elevators for a living.
He married a bank president.
He's the wisest man I know.
One friend rides the stock market
Up and down, everyday.
He's the most even keel.
Another friend wants to be a cop.
He sold prescription drugs
To pay for college.
There's this other friend
Who hit his $2 million sales goal.
He never pays for drinks.
The friend I've known the longest
Peddles used cars.
I trust him the most.
My closest friend,
A creative type—
She won't talk to me anymore.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
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There's an unmistakable wryness that is very Brent Vogelman here. I really like these observations and how, though contradictory, they are said so matter-of-factly. I think it's the compact little sentences that emphasizes this.
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