WELCOME TO 'OH WELL'

NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WOODS

There's got to be someplace better than this

Someplace in the woods of mind your own business

Growing so tall it's a shame there's no leaves

To alleviate the rain deluging through no canopy.

The creatures that dwell here have made homes in the logs

In normal woods one would hear the croaking of frogs

Alas, this is 'Oh Well', and it's forest of not caring figments

Littered with garbage, refuse, and worn out tents.

Broken glass is everywhere and dusty cans fill the ground

Dirty clothes, cigarette butts, and body parts can be found

Amid this disgust I stumbled upon a hidden pleasantry

It was sunk a bit into the mud but there it was, a wishing tree.

All along it are coins hammered halfway into the bark

They look somewhat like Dragon scales aligned perfectly in the dark

Some denizens, it seems, once held on to hopes and dreams

Or, perhaps, other passing strangers meandering through just like me.

Thus I reach into my pocket, my hand shuffles for a dime

A quarter, a nickel, even a penny would do just fine

Only washers, the two I carry to help satiate my restless mind

I clutch a rock and make a wish adding a scale to this dragon's spine.

What's my wish I'm sure you wonder with intense curiosity

But, if I told you it may not come true, or worse, it may come to be

Perhaps I want my washer back before my mind fill with restlessness

In ant case it doesn't matter a in the woods of mind your own business.

By: Charles Poore