An Encounter - Poem by Morgan Michaels
Who are you?
Your fairy godmother.
What do you want?
That's immaterial. What do YOU want?
Are you kidding me?
Not in the least.
Well, then...a good review, some royalties, a run on Amazon-?
A good wha'...? Who do you think I am, Helen Vendler?
Forget it, then, nothing. Nothing at all.
Don't be naive! Everyone wants something. Early retirement? A new motorcycle? Maybe there's someone you'd like to have taken out?
So, hurry it up, I don't have all day.
I wanna make the right choice. It isn't every day....
What an indecisive man!
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