Good Stuffin' When Da Letha's Thin Poem by Roger Gerald Hicks

This poem driving along
in his rat-trap eyes a sign
says BED test Monday
thinks perhaps job offer;

convinces himself he can
get it. He's depressed-
bed expert sure-

rents a couch
friend's living room,
who now says: Move,
because the wife-
his wife- makes noise
at night, you know.

Confident he can test
beds, Poem returns
to the sign, to the place
early Monday, suited,
with resume- sees

G.E.D Test Monday