THIS IS A TYPE OF POETRY I CAME UP WITH
AND METHINKS IT’S A VIABLE FORM
THIS IS “PHREE’S HYBRID POETRY”
(I sincerely hope you see why)

IT WOULD BE SMARTER TO BARTER

The barter system is a fallacy entangled in a lie
And I’ll tell you all exactly why
There ain’t no way to live in this world and not spend a penny
At least I don’t know of any

Hey Mister, listen, I’ll clean the windows in your store
And you give me some food and drink in return
So the dude looks as if I’ve gone completely crazy
He implies that it takes green but I infer he could give it to me for free
If only he’d listen to the likes of me
Hey lady, listen, you look all hot and sweaty anyone can see
So let me mow your grass instead of you
And then you let me sleep in a spare bedroom tonight
First of all she’s too leery
and secondly she doesn’t want me anywhere near her house
Hey old man, you look laden and ready to pass out
So why don’t I carry those groceries for you
And you can give me a bottle or two of rum
You don’t think the old bastard drinks liquor, do you?
And even if he had there ain’t no way he was letting me cross his threshold
Hey Mr. Butcher, you look like you’ve had a hard day so why don’t I sweep up for you
I’ll sweep, I’ll dust, I’ll spit shine the floor if I must
And you can feed me anything I need not cook
For I own no bedroom, no roof, and certainly not a stove
He gives me some bologna about having no bologna
And that’s the only meat, if he had any, the butcher would spare
Because like everyone I’ve mentioned, he simply doesn’t care

You can call me crazy, insane and a jerk
But I know the barter system could never work
So if you think by bartering our troubles will ever be solved
Ain’t nobody doing nothing for nobody unless there’s currency involved
© 2011.…Phreepoetree