Searching For Love
I’ve been searching high and low for love.
A friend said “Pull it from a hat, not a glove.”
So, off to Straw Hat Pizza I went.
Told them I was there cause I was sent.
I wanted love served in a hat.
“Are you nuts?” the guy said back.
“My friend said get love out of a hat.”
He said “Straw Hat is not where it is at.”
He said “Go down the road till you see the red light.”
I walked into the firehouse. I hoped he was right.
“I’m here for love”, I said with a grin.
The man looked like his temper was thin.
“Get out of here you little cock roach.”
I was appalled by his reproach.
I told him I was directed there.
He said “Someone was pulling your hair.”
He said “You need a house of ill repute.”
He sent me flying down the road with his boot.
I thought about what he had said.
Then a new thought came into my head.
I rushed across town as fast as I could go.
I knew then what he said was so.
I went to the state legislature & I walked in.
I thought ‘This is surly a house of sin.’
They asked me what I was doing there?
I said “I have come to get my share.”
They said “Do you have any idea where you are?”
I said “Not for sure, but I have come pretty far.”
I said “I am on a quest for love.”
They escorted me out with a shove.
I guess it’s right what they say.
Congress will ‘screw’ you—with NO love. It’s their way.
——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)