[Newspoetry] Poem from Mr. Big

[Anne Bargar]

My Last Word

Sit. Sit. Sit. Stare. Sit.  Walk under rock.  Rock. Rock.  Climb up rock
until half out of water. Toes still moist.  Why is that cat looking at me?
Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit.  The radio is on and they're interviewing Henry
Kissinger.  Sit. Sit. Sit.  Reminds me of a bullfrog I used to know.  Sit.
Sit.  Except that Kissinger isn't charming.  Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit.
Swallow.  Bob did a really outstanding job redoing my tank.  I have
several rocks from which to chose, and the plant makes for a fresher
atmosphere in here.  Sit. Sit.  Too bad he couldn't change it into a
stream.  Sit. Sit. Sit.   I miss running water.  Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit.  Now
Madeleine Albright is on the radio.  Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit.  She's as
bad as Kissinger.  Walk. Walk. Walk.  Toes still moist, tail out of water.
Water still not running.  Damn.  Where are the politicians that will
advocate for my right to running water?  Sit. Sit. Sit.  Anne just chased
the cat away.  Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit.  Damn my inability to bite the finger
of the hand that caught me!  I could live 40 years in this tank!  Sit.
Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Blink. Swallow. Stare. 


-Mr. Big