Free Hugs

Everyone needs at least one free hug.

Especially when your problems irritate you like a flying bug.

Offer me a free hug I say.

I promise I’ll wrap my arms around you without delay.

Where are you going in such a hurry?

Why are you running away in such a scurry?

Don’t you want your free hug?

Don’t you see me waving this metal water bottle jug?

What’s your name? Lou, that’s cool!

Don’t be lame! Get a free hug, fool!

You think I’m weird, don’t you, Lou?

Now I’ve thrown my metal jug at you.

I hit you in the head, you said.

Now you’re laying on the ground almost dead, I can see where you bled.

I’ll call an ambulance before you turn the entire sidewalk red.

I accidentally did the same thing to my poor friend, Fred.

Now I have to call my therapist who’s name is Dr. Ted.

“Please help me process what I’m feeling,” I said.

“Fear and panic,” he explained while he read.

“Should I take a breath and help Lou get in the shade?” I asked.

“That would help you mitigate the damages when the judge says he must be paid,” he said.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I did not mean to hurt you…”

Lou was silent.

“I have a large family, so I beg of you, please don’t sue,”

Lou was silent.

“This day I already rue,” I explained.

Lou was still silent.

Does anybody else…. Want a free hug?