Some Strangers are Never Strange Enough

Some strangers are never strange enough
they pop open champagne
and laugh at everything or nothing.
They pretend they’ve earned their luck
yet we’re all sitting ducks
waiting for rain, smudging the pain
and choking on my catchy refrain,
“Last years recession hit us all hard.”

Guess I’ve never been friends with my friends
outcasts bent like magnets pull this recluse
we know this old chum’s never been much use.
Can’t say I’ve ever cared what a friend thinks of me
except a stranger or maybe a lover bond to a greed
where I’m the driving force and they’re the noble steed.
Maybe we’re all just too depressed or too miserable
but why is it if you are, everyone thinks you’re inconsiderable?

I’m sorry for being born with a heart that’s partial
but it’s all these strangers that act as a marshal
to assemble linear thoughts and make them creative
so all the folks at home can call you innovative.
I’ve never been one to hold back a sincere thought
the most fascinating of strangers are rarely ever caught.
Can you forgive me for staring, dear stranger?
You just seem like the perfect thought re-arranger.

03/04/2010 By Naomi Hamilton

Dedicated to a good stranger, Steve.
Please visit his YouTube channel, BERSERKERpoetry.
Thank you.