The Obvious Too Obviously Obvious Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Gee.
It is dark down here.
There is no way possible,
I am going to find...
The documents.
And proof of evidence I need.

"That flashlight you are holding?
Turn it from off to on."

AHHH...WHOOOAAHH!
WHO ARE YOU.
YOU NEARLY SCARED ME TO DEATH!
WHEW!

"Uh...
What a difference a little light makes,
Huh? "

Yeah. I guess.
Why do you look familiar?
Who are you?
And...
What are you doing,
Laying on that bench.

"You don't remember?
Coming into the building?
Showing me your I.D.
And my telling you where to go,
To find the documents?
With proof of evidence you needed?
Then to say,
I was going down into the basement.
Attempting to get a nap."

Yes.
The janitor? !

"Bingo! "

I thought you didn't know,
What you were talking about.

"I don't blame you.
All of us janitors do look alike.
Especially not to expect them napping,
Near the evidence and proof of truth."

Well...
I certainly didn't say all of that.

"You didn't have to.
The documents you need,
Are over there.
Where it says,
'Evidence and Proof of Truth'.
And before you leave,
Please turn that flashlight to 'OFF'".