Eight: Enemies (poetry series)
The way I fall in step is oldest news
But don’t ask me, the goods I got, it’s on authority
I could quote you the bible…or, how bout?
Tell you this, a little fairy story
I know you want sympathy, they all do
But you listen to me
You don’t have to be so low on the totem pole
Come on…I’m not too close? You don’t mind a little friendly
Touch…? Enemies. Well, yes.
Don’t rush me. What you wanna know?
Never mind, I’m telling you.
It’s how the troublemaker gets in the door
They say you don’t smile and be friendly
You make your little jokes, the way for some folks
Life’s a struggle, wouldn’t occur to you
Absolutely. No, am I on their side? You got it right
They don’t do anything but envy you
They try to make it all your fault
They’re cleaning up your messes in the background
I never said you could fix anything, you probably can’t
But, see, that’s the game, that’s the setup
But meanwhile, you should be a little grateful
No, you’re right, you got it, there’s no reward for trying to help
I have three enemies to clue you, and then I’ll mosey
She is, you know, her, lucky
Lucky people get more than they ought to
You wanna say there’s only so much to go around
So if you don’t got yours, who does? Fill in the blanks
Now, look out for the guy who needs a favor up front
You wanna be second banana all your life, agree to that
So third one makes you think you got a problem
Shoots a look at you when you’re doing nothing
You feel cheated and mad at all your friends when he walks away
Oh, and, that’s all. See ya later.
(2019, Stephanie Foster)