Copyright. George Holmes. revised 2.8.10
Should I remain mum,
Button the lip?
Let the matter slide,
Say zip?
Give into rage?
Fear what he'd say?
Or should I speak up
And say, "Look, hey"
Does it really matter?
Loew's won't go bust
Losing three fifty
Though he lost my trust.
It happened once before.
I should have asked why.
Maybe he doesn't think
Nor use ear nor eye.
I should have got it then
When he didn't call or stop by.
I know the expression
Once bitten twice shy.
I was too polite.
I know it now, too late
To alter the course of inexorable fate.
I suppose to some it's clever
But can it really be that nifty
Pretending to be a senior
And saving three fifty?
The movie was THE HOURS.
He rattled on and on
I tried to get a word in
That was a bomb.
You'd think he'd write or call again
One buzz would be enough
A minimum gesture to come up to snuff,
To satisfy the ego, the conscience and the mind,
Then leave unpleasant people like me behind.
To clean the slate anew, one but rubs it with a sleeve
And all the awkward 'noyances just take their leave.
But we're left with a gap, a sad unspoken feeling.
Should we meet again, we'll talk without meaning,
Skate the surface, smile the smile, economize, be thrifty
But you know we'll both be thinking of the saving of three fifty.
