by Glen Martin Fitch
"Sit down. Relax.
Just tell me
from the start."
"I didn't plan on
getting in this mess.
I strive to be a
helpful man.
I guess I see a soul in need
--right to my heart."
"Go on?"
"This isn't easy here,
you know.
I've needs as well.
I told that bad ass cop,
I offered aid.
I reached.
Then I heard 'Stop!'
But why?
I meant no harm.
You've done that, no?"
"Come on."
"That hurt.
To me, that too's assault.
Why prey upon
my vulnerability?
From nice to nasty!
Why? I mean, ‘Why me?’
I'm sorry things went bad.
It's not my fault.
No, I'm the victim here.
My record's clean."
"You're fifty-four, sir.
She's just seventeen."
From:
8/11
Copyright ©:
Glen Martin Fitch
Last updated August 23, 2011