which can’t be said aloud.
You are okay to whisper it
but keep your noggins bowed.
I told it to a prophet
who shared it in a crowd.
And now my perfect countenance
remits when it’s allowed:
Hey Bucky, Hey Baby, Hey Lucky, Hey Lady,
Hey Lover, Hey Stranger, Hey Angel, Hey Danger,
Hey Buddy, Hey Cheery, Hey Sweetie, Hey Deary,
Hey Yahweh, can you spare a dime?
It’s hard, you can imagine, to live inside a room
where people seldom visit and dump their gloom or doom.
But get beyond the boundaries. Let’s move outside the box.
I’ll snort my name if you’ll hoot yours and we’ll survive the knocks.