Monologue: The Big Guy Upstairs by J. P. DaviesHey man, it's been damn crazay lately eh?(pauses) Well, man, there's a time in your life when everything makes sense. Am I right? And this is totally not one of 'em. (shakes head) I find myself asking strange questions that I can find absolutely no answers to. Such as, "Who are these people really?" and "Why is it that some 18 year olds act like small minded children?" (Mutters) Oh well.. maybe I'll figure it out sometime soon. (pauses) I've begun to realize the value of friends though and it's funny how you never really know who's your friend and who's just fakin' it until you go through a crisis. Then when the crisis ends you need to look around and see who stood through the storm with you and if even one person did you should count yourself blessed, dude. (reflects) You know, I seem to attract trouble lately. Maybe it's because I have caused a tidal wave in a millpond. That could be it. I seem to have thrown off the balance of the universe or something. There's got to be an explanation...right? Or maybe not...who knows. Certainly not me..I'm the wrong guy to ask...I found the big guy upstairs ain't much help either. You can gab to him forever but buddy never says a damn thing...figures. The one dude who might get it ain't lettin' on. Just maybe a, "Hey what's up how's my world treating you like shit going?" (chuckles) That's the way of it though bro. And dang me if I'm the one to change it..yah right..take it easy bro. 06/13/2003 Author's Note: not exactly poetry but I feel my friends will understand.
Posted on 06/14/2003 Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
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