The Banana Split… and Never Came Back

By Steve Wardrip

Tar paper babies with truncated tanks,
Going through marbles after he made bank,
Lost but not underappreciated, a miracle in fact,
Garbanzo beans, a good dip if seasoned back.

Coming down the runway, screaming revenge,
What’s with him? Has he come unhinged?
He has this fully-loaded twenty-five pound Hamburger,
A Truckload of fries, Two pop barrels, It’s Murder!

And the girl that he wed, let me tell you,
She was no homecoming sweet little cute,
In fact there were things I’m glad no one knows,
The more people ask, the more I blush and it shows.

Not so good of a thing to do, it was impulse love,
Got it over with, itch scratched and done,
Now, on to the good stuff, the trust that we obey,
The fresh mornings, the cool evenings, the bright sunny day.

Invest in the best and forget the rest, I say in jest,
Lest you need to rest and in that case I digress,
So get a book about sewing and getting,
Bed wetting, blood letting and social settings.

Never mind this trivial derailment, it’s tangled wreckage,
The important part is the pact you make with the spirit,
The fact is true too, that what you do comes back to you,
Run, hide, watch, see it come. It will come. It will come back to you.