A Fraud Attorney for the Journey

I haven't been able to start my car
For three days so I can't get very far
I lent or maybe gave my bicycle
All I know is it has never come back
While on foot I feel like an icicle
Perhaps because of body-fat I lack

So I really needed to get out to the store
Having eaten all my apples I needed more
But most of all I needed the pills for the ills
From which I suffer that they might buffer the pain
Of being "widowered" and then shat upon again

A nice neighbor as a labor of love agreed to drive
But then did much more out of a great generosity
Now I'm shopped and pilled my refrigerator filled to thrive
I'll survive for the Lord sends his angels to care for me
To be there for me and there's no place I would rather be
Than here in the palm of God's hand to the end of the road

That neighbor is an attorney specializing in fraud
As a fraud victim now I recognize the hand of God
Life has taken from me but always paid back what it owed
And I thank God for a fraud attorney for the journey

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMV

There's more than a touch of humor in this poem ("body fat I lack"...that's wonderful!). Do you have a lilt in your voice and a bounce in your step today?

Your more whimsical works are always among my favorites. I love it when you take note of the inherent wit that life has to offer.

Lori, you Primo Babe you, call me up and I'll share the lilt in me voice with you gladly.

I'm so glad you like this one. It's a true story, as always; the fraud attorney told me that fraud victims always feel stupid and blame themselves, that I am a classic fraud victim, but that I will survive, especially because of my sense of humor.

Lori, I know you don't weigh much, so I will put it this way: you are worth ten times your weight in gold.

Love,

+Stevie

XXOO

+Steven, I'd love nothing more than you call you and chat for a while. Unfortunately, however, I'm in midst of getting beaten up and smacked around by clients.

Here's my take on today (sung to the tune of "Camptown Races"):

Labor leaders I despise,
Doo-dah, doo-dah
Hate my guts, I would surmise,
All the doo-dah day...

Tee hee! Actually, I don't really mean that!!! Labor unions are staffed by some very kind-hearted and down-to-earth people, and I truly enjoy working with them. This is simply a hectic and demanding afternoon, so I'm venting.

Damn, Lori, I wish you were single...

*sigh*

Oh well, I send you all my love anyway...

XXOO