Green Guitar

The Shorts

There’s a green guitar in the corner
of the room
I want to hear it.
I want to play it.
But I can’t play it.

I don’t know if anyone in this room
can.

I don’t even know what kind of
guitar it is.
But it’s green and I can’t play
it.

Maybe if I pick it up and strum
Along, then I might get a tune out
of it

But it can‘t, it won‘t work.

I‘ll just stand and stare at the guitar.
I‘ll let it live out the rest of
It‘s life in the corner, collecting dust
until someone comes along and
Picks it up and brings out it‘s
sweet sound.

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