The Secret to Harmony

Blank pages of a blank book
Scream silently
Howling for attention
From the owner,
Either too drunk or too hung-over
Reeling in merry-making or its aftermath
Unaware his end does loom near,
Or could.

He's rich
Got a big car
And more women he can handle
Who couldn't care for him less
Yet they get a lot of what they want from him,
And vice-versa
He's well versed with these dynamics,
For he's not a fool
Yet he lives on
Loving
Not his life, but the fact that he doesn't hate it

The pages meanwhile, too,
Grow selfish
Drawn by the need to feel wanted
And ironically, loved.
They plead
To be
Touched, fondled, caressed or ravaged by ink violently spurting forth,

Anything.

They haven't got it in a while.

Pleased that he is wanted
The man colors the book blue
With meaningless doodles
And words which mean little

The book's happy
So is he

Everyone's got what they wanted
So now you know the secret to harmony..