I once spent a tarnished red cent
for a man who was undeniably hell-bent
on being an obnoxious
and gibberish gent.
And I knew for certain
I shouldn’t have wasted my token,
but I felt so sorry
when the man’s doohickey became broken.
To this day, I still wonder
if I’ll ever finally learn
not to let a man’s problems be
of any of my concern.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Gibberish gents and dog-eared doohickies