The Red Cross

When I was first contacted,

I enthusiastically responded.

I wanted to do my part.

Be a Samaritan.

Be a nice guy.

I wanted to be the guy

I told people I was;

selfless, caring,

an altruistic bon vivant,

a guy covered in humility,

like a waiter with carpel tunnel syndrome

serving humble pie.

I wanted to show up,

show no pain,

and show myself I was shiny,

but now I'm getting called twice

a day and so I offer this advice:

Watch out for the Red Cross,

cause they're always out for blood.