Well, I felt like it had been a while since I’d written a poem. And I was also working out the backstory to my character from The Powers That Be, Franklin.
The two converged, and here we are.
Have a poem about Franklin. In my weird sort of…. Dr. Seuss-ish style.
What’s a kid gotta do in the windy city
If he wants to be liked and cool?
Not the usual thing that people strove for
In the hood under Mafia rule
I got around town, I made a few friends
One big kid by the name of Bad News
Even at ten, he’d made a name for himself
Just not the type I would choose
See, people were scared of him. That wasn’t bad,
And it paid off befriending him too.
But the rep that I wanted had a tad bit more cheering
And less of “oh we’re scared of you”
Franklin: the big cheese, the king of the hill
Yep, that’s what I’d grow up to be.
And just like my mom and Bad News always said:
I had work to do, fame wasn’t free
And work at it I did, day in and day out
Making buddies and charming my school
No one could touch me, or that was the theory
You just can’t get hurt if you’re cool
But apparently some guys were harder to convince
To be friends with nothing but my grin
Some kids wanted candy, some kids wanted cash
And Mom’s budget was awfully thin.
A kid with no money in gangster Chicago
Just can’t make the right kind of connection
And I got that drift, late in an alley at night
Without my friend Baden’s protection
I’ll spare you the blood and the broken-ribbed details
Of how that encounter went.
But basically, kids who thought penniless Frank owed them cash
Thought I couldn’t take a hint.
The next morning, News found me behind a trash bin
Revising my plan to success.
Because now I knew, not everybody was nice
And being nice led to this mess.
But it wasn’t a bad thing I now knew the key.
The secret to owning the world.
And early that morning in that grubby alley
A new Franklin life-plan unfurled.
News picked me up and he dusted me off
And he asked me if I was alright.
I shrugged and he told me that when I felt better
He should really teach me how to fight.
I said: “Thank you friend, but I have a new course now
And I’ll be avoiding this hitch.
See News, you’re a big guy and that’s your advantage.
But me? I’m going to be rich.”
It’s been years since I said that and boy, did it pay
It seems the riches and fame never ends
No one can touch me. And even though I miss one thing,
When you’ve got money, who really needs friends?
Oh also the song that inspired it, while we’re at it.
(why is the picture on that video a fidget spinner? your guess is as good as mine)
Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed! Have a good Thursday!