Dinasaurs Make The Best Friends

It's 4 am on a Saturday,
and I can't sleep.

Hold on, I need to crank my flashlight...

Today was a blur of passenger scenery;
tree, house, tree, tree, tree, tree, house, tree, tree, tree.
Out here there are more trees then original ideas.

Hold on, I need to crank my flashlight...

I went to a porn store today.
the front room was all lingerie;
toys in the middle;
videos in the back.
I like looking through the videos for funny titles.
Who doesn't find "Pakistani Poon" funny?

Hold on, I have to crank my flashlight...

In the front room,
amid all the lace and missing fabric,
resided a very large porcelain Santa Clause
comfortable in his large red porcelain chair,
reading his porcelain book.
I needed a culture shock today.

Hold on, I have to crank my flashlight...

I draw stick figure dinosaurs at work,
on the boxes in top stock that only employees see.
Many times I do whole scenes.
On a box of hammers in aisle 62 resides a creation
involving stick t-rex's doing a tribal dance around a camp fire.
Most people don't see them,
but Cheryl does, and they make her smile.

Hold on, I need to crank my flashlight...

My manager kept telling me to stop,
that it was a business environment and I needed to preserve that.
He never saw the humor in a dinosaur tea party.
But one day Cheryl told him they make her happy.
He understands now why I do it.
Frank want's her to smile as much as I do,
ever since she told us she was diagnosed with cancer.

Hold on, I have to crank my flashlight...

I have learned a lot in life.
Look for the unexpected, always.
It makes everything better.

Make other people happy,
even if you should be working.
You know you want to.

And never buy a hand crank powered flashlight.
It makes writing poetry in the dark hard.
My hand is cramping...