Other

At times, I feel scared and alone, but when Other visits me

I know someone is out there. Out there who cares?

I like that Other tells

me … invaders are searching for organs

for sale. I don’t have any for sale,

and maybe if I did, I would sell some of mine.

I want the sick people to get well, but I don’t have organs for sale

I will give all of mine away

Other also told me of hungry crowds

right here in our country, I want to feed them, but I have to wait.

I hope they can find food; I had a few extra pieces of me to barter

it’s tempting to give them a kidney, I think it would be okay

I don’t think the fent has destroyed mine, but you never know.

Some people are barely alive, walking around like sun ravaged

zombies talking crazy stuff. Maybe they were out in the sun too long,

and their brains got fried up. That has never happened to me,

but Other warned me to watch out for the fried-up brain people.

I would be lost without Other’s concern for me, and I’m happy

that Other loves me enough to tell me what’s going on out here.

but yeah, I would sell a kidney if it would help some people

and I think mine are okay, haven’t been used too much, almost as good as new

and my blood vessels are good too I can sell some blood vessels.

I’m not too picky—sale ’em or barter for ’em or give ’em away.

Other says not to let the invaders take my organs. They might be evil,

but I will help; my organs are good. I have four kidneys and, four lungs,

and four hearts, so I have some spare parts.

I’m careful to avoid the invaders as Other told me.