Maid Mary Ann Poem by Nadalia Bagratuni

What happened if you lived just one step ahead,
Would you be better off alive or dead?

Knowing what you know now,
Would you know how,
Everything was done,
Or would you get bored now,
Maybe, would you have fun?

What is the problem you see when you are running,
And the others around you are out sunning?

Who cares if you see the big picture,
And the people next to you can't get the mixture.

Life is not so simple, or so lame,
It is not something like a baseball game.

Rather,
I remember,
He is on CBS,
And Brokaw,
He is on NBC,
But I'm here to tell you that
I know the news that will happen this and very night!

At first it was spooky,
Then it seemed strange,
Sort of weird,
Sort of cooky,
Will I ever bee the same?

Oh to be normal,
Not to see what I see,
Why can't I be everything I want to be!

I'm not better or smarter,
Taller or better looking,
All I can tell you is what is going to be cooking.

Not just for your dinner, not just for your lunch,
I will tell you exactly and it is not just a hunch!

Don't laugh at this ability,
Don't smile when I say,
I'm not a person,
I'm merely your maid!