my treat

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

i was walking down the street i stopped and sat down on a park bench behind me i heard somebody say all i want is to be treated like a human being what does that mean, i wondered to be treated like a human being how about you? are you treated like a human being? do you treat other people like human beings? what about cats and dogs and reptiles and bugs? do you treat them like human beings? i started thinking about human beings do you remember saddam hussein? or qaddafi? they were human beings how were they treated? they both started out well they thought they were doing pretty good saddam ended up living in a hole in the ground and then he was hanged qaddafi was murdered in the street how did you treat sadden hussein? how did he treat you? if you are a little older you might remember ronald reagan and margaret thatcher and o j simpson they were human beings too how did you treat them and how did they treat you? and if you are a real old timer you might remember khruschev and marilyn monroe and general douglas macarthur or you could go to the library and read books about people even further back, like hitler and florence nightingale and mary queen of scots and cleopatra and confucius human beings, every one of them how were they treated? there have been a lot of human beings it gets hard to keep track them all you know what i'm saying? it just goes to show you

another day, another song

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

if you make up a story as you go along it might turn into a happy song or it might turn into a cry of despair you will never if you are not there start with a girl who is down on her luck and a guy driving a pickup truck he stops and asks her if she wants a ride she says no and he starts to cry this story could go in a lot of directions you could cut it up in little sections he could just drive way and she could live for another day she could become a tv star and he could sit in a lonely bar and look up and see her face on the screen and wonder what it all means or he could look through a dark lens and vow eternal revenge on the whole female species while she gets a tan on sunny beaches or they could both go down the road dreaming in a secret code that unlocks the key to these universes of solitude, despair, and curses

if

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

if my cat was a space ship i would get in her and fly to mars if donald trump was a chicken salad sandwich i would take him to the park and eat him with a bag of chips and an orange nehi if it stops raining and the sun comes out it will be a nice day if i was a hammer i would smile at a nail if i had a hammer i would go on amazon and buy a book, 1000 things to do with a hammer if the governor of oregon was a tennis ball, he might get left out in the rain if everybody had all the answers what fun would that be? if the street i am walking down was a bowl of strawberry jello my progress would be slow if everybody was nice wouldn’t that be nice? if everybody lived for a million years they might sing a happy song - at least once in a while if bob was my uncle i would send him a card every christmas if betty was my aunt i would tell her i liked her peanut butter brownies even if i really didn’t if sally was my sister i would applaud her efforts on behalf of women and other neglected creatures if chuck was my wagon i would ask cookie for extra syrup on my flapjacks if i could meet just one person who had ever lived it would be marcia ferguson, a mother of fifteen who lived in mecklenburg ohio back in the day if i could go back in time to see just one event it would be fireman ken wilson getting pearl mason’s cat jenny out of the big elm tree in front of city hall in sparta nebraska on july 9, 1954 if everything that ever happened happened all at once how do you know it isn’t? if i told you the secrets of the universe would you believe me? if you give me $10,000 - that is not much these days - i will be your friend

a prophet

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

if nobody likes you there is not much you can do except sit in your room and feel blue you can plot to destroy the world or bring a message of eternal love the universe laughs behind you waiting to give you a shove my time was up a long time ago now i sit on the sidewalk and watch the gutter flow i used to see lots of cigarette butts sometimes cigar butts too but the world is always changing i know that this is true someday humans will disappear and the dinosaurs return in the meantime, my dear friend we can but live and learn

because

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

a dog runs down the street because the world is big a cat sits in a window because the universe is expanding rain falls on an empty house beside a road outside gadsden alabama because it just does a legal secretary looks at a slip of paper without really seeing what is on it because she has an immortal soul a child In juneau alaska slowly peels the paper and then the tinfoil off a chocolate bar and then drops it in the dirt because hidden by a cloud a flaming eye is watching it