And like the last poem is Jack and Room, this one is Random. It has his peculiar morality attached to it.
A parking meter told me,
AS on my way I went,
"You're ticking like a time bomb, but
Your heart is pure cement.
"You haven't got a dollar,
You haven't got a dime.
You haven't got a lousy match
To light your coal black mind."
I bowed three times, and thanked him twice,
And punched him in the nose,
Then beat him with a want-ad till he
Tore off all his clothes.
"WAIT!" he cried, "I'm actually
A fairy in disguise.
I tempted you with gloomy thoughts,
To see if you were wise.
"You pass the little Sunshine test;
Now, here's your little wand-"
I picked him up and pitched him
In an ornamental pond.
I don't mind parking meters that
Get lippy now and then,
But I can't stand fairies going round
And doing good to men.