The Shoes

A four hour visit with a pimp
Followed by a one minute eye examination.
The specialist didn’t tell me
What kind of cataracts I have.
The pimp thought I saw women
The way he sees them.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 09/17/2009 03:21PM by petersz.

A good read, Peter. I'd like to read that garden poem myself.

Les

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 09/17/2009 02:09PM by les712.

You have, Les. "I Light a Candle in the Garden by your Feet" = [www.emule.com] />
btw, I signed on this morning to post the revision of the poem.

Peter

Interesting perspectives!

Ah Yes, now I recall the poem, Peter, thanks for the link.

Les

My friend asked me who was the bigger pimp, the guy with the girl in the waiting room with the expensive shoes OR the doctor who made me wait four hours for an examination and then didn't even tell me what kind of cataracts I had. I agreed the guy in the waiting room was less of a pimp.

Man this is an eye-sore if ever I saw one!

Good stuff.

thanx, I think.

Cheers,

Peter