“CouldI get a little help here?”
“Sorry.Much too busy, Man.”
“Maybeyou can spare a minute?”
“No.Got some place I need to be.”
“How‘bout you? Can you assist me?”
“Mister,I don’t even know you.”
“I’mjust someone in a bind.”
“Sorry.No concern to me.”
“PardonMa’am, might I beseech you?”
“What?Is that some kind of line?”
“No,I only need some aid.”
“Oh,stick it where the sun don’t shine.”
“Isthere anyone who cares enough to
Granta little favor?”
Thesilence makes a lonely mistress
Ina bed of misery.
“Isthere no one in my life who
Ican count on not to waiver?”
“Holdon friend. I’ll lend a hand, but
Tell me, what’s in it for me?”
PerhapsI should not hesitate when
Somepoor soul cries out in need.
Theway life goes, one never knows,
Thatpoor soul could one day be me.