Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Restraint

So, I said, “Sir, may I be of service?”
He said, “And your age?’
I said, “I am twenty.”
He said, “You must be celibate.”
I said, “Excuse me. I don’t think so.”

So, I married
and was faithful
and things got bad
and I was celibate.
Well, sort of.

So, we divorced,
and I was celibate
and I became lonely
and I was celibate
well, sort of.

And I remained celibate
well, sort of.
And I got diabetes
and became celibate
for real.

So I said, “Sir, may I be of service?
I am celibate.”
And he said, “And your age?”
I said, “Sixty-five”
He radioed in,
“Houston, we have a problem.”

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