Monday, April 21, 2014

Mr. Bench

If you go down to the park.
That park that nobody goes to anymore.
There are two benches, set back to back.
On one of the benches sits a man.
Not an old man or a young man.
Just a man.
Put some money into his hat.
Tell him your name.
Then sit on the other bench.
He will hunch over for a few minutes.
He will make strange noises.
He will tell you things.
Things about yourself.
Who your friends are.
Where you went to school.
What your dog's name is.
What you had for dinner Saturday Night.
Nobody knows.
How this is accomplished.
By the man on the bench.

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