Cameo Pt.2 Poem by P.R. Prosper

He was sitting on the bus his self esteem in the dust
When he asked an old man if sadness is a must
If he can’t make the money then he’s sure to lose his honey
Hasn’t eaten all day you could probably hear his tummy
And the rent’s past due when her parent’s pass through
Their child’s life is such a mess it’ll make them achoo(!)

Old man looked at him as if his name was Adam
And said big problems can get broken down to atoms
Today’s disaster will be tomorrow’s plaster
Rebuild it how you want, don’t let it be the master
Opinions of mothers and goofy in-law brothers
Should never outweigh yours or your choosy lover

I listened to him teach cause he never once preached
And the things he was saying weren’t too far out of reach
Problems go on and on but they never stay that long
I turned to look at him but the old man was gone