When The Depression Came.... Poem by Norman Jin Shyr Wang

When depression came to a man-
spotty 'n buttered no philosophy
it's a piece of bread, mouldy.

When depression came to a woman-
drenched in water 'n spat it's seeds pollen
it's a dandelion, fallen.

When depression came to a boy-
needed EOD, exploded at nagger
it's a dog in anger.

When depression came to a little girl-
cried all night 'n wet at all cost
it's' a puzzycat, lost.

My dear,

Would you bake his bread
and dry her flower?

Would you still calm the boy's dog
and take the cat home,
an intriguer?

I guessed,
you would.