Fiction Week – Poetry Break

I’ll be at the mall today from noon to seven
It’s my personal slice of heaven
If you’ll write the check directly out to me
You’re gonna love this, you’re gonna see

Plop your kiddo down on this chair
Watch me go to work, feel free to stare
It’s a silhouette of your child’s lovely profile
Relax, little guy, just sit there and smile

I’ve been doing this for about fifteen years
Have survived tantrums, and shouting, and tears
The key I’ve found is a feat not so small
To steady my hand I drink lots of alcohol

What’s that, little guy, you have to pee?
It’s all in your head, I think you’ll agree
I need to get this silhouette done soon
So I can do artwork of the other buffoons

I’ve got to eat, and pay all my bills
And spend money on all of those pills
So sit down, shut up, think of my needs instead
Gotta get an accurate rendering of your little pointy head

What’s that, mother, you’re just going to leave?
Come now, that’s something I don’t believe
My policy wasn’t created by random chance
I’m no dummy; I had you pay in advance

See there? I’m all done with your kid
Look at the beautiful artwork I did
Tell all your friends to stop by here soon
I’m ready to work each day at noon

Enjoy the silhouette of your precious child
Even though he’s kinda hyper and wild
Sorry about what I did to his nose
But that's just the way life goes