A Portrait Of Madness

by

Phil Pochurek

Little George stopped by today
For no reason at all nothing really to say
Just to visit me in the check out line
At the grocery store, I didn’t know what for
So I didn’t have time, to be ready.
I wouldn’t even have known he was there
If I didn’t see the people staring
All around me.
Then when I heard them laughing aloud
Saw them pointing their fingers and gaffing me
With their jibes from the growing crowd,
I knew it was him.
Little George doesn’t mind.
He comes and sees me as he pleases.
He doesn’t have to suffer the kind
Of humiliation from the teases
That follows me wherever he goes.
After a while people recognize you
Then turn the other way is all they can do
When they see you coming.
The look on their faces can’t be misplaced
Every time I see it it’s still numbing
And I’m a little disgraced but
Little George makes no excuses
And says whatever he wants.
Whenever he wants, to whoever he wants.
Leaving me to suffer the jeers and the taunts
Of those around me.
I can only hope that someday they’ll find
The right kind of medicine for Little Georges’ kind
Something to make him behave.
It would be nice to have my life back again
Without looking over my shoulder for him
Everywhere I go.
Someday maybe I can move one last time
Where nobody will know Little George is inside
Somewhere I won’t have to hide because of him
And Little George will never find me again.

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