Uncle John

                 Uncle John

Uncle John was always sneaking around.

If not that, he was acting like a clown.

He is one I wouldn’t trust far.

He always knows just where you are.

 

There is a method to his madness.

I need to figure out his sadness.

He acts as though he might be depressed.

Then he starts acting as if possessed.

 

Is the man just crazy as a loon?

Or, just a screw loose, whacky buffoon?

Not much difference, you might say.

You wouldn’t give him the time of day.

 

He is my uncle, so I have to claim him.

Every family has a closet kin.

Not talking about a gay here.

Talking about the ‘fruitcake,’ I fear.

 

I have tried talking to him before.

Before I knew, I was out the door.

What makes him tick needs more scrutiny.

For, I know he is no fool, you see.

 

I have a suspicion it is all an act.

It is all an act just to distract.

Whatever his insecurities are?

They have remained a mystery so far.

 

But, I won’t give up on him.

He’s my uncle, that’s not a sin.

He may be weird, but loveable too.

Who else would give me snuff to chew.

————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)