The Story of Lot

by Bryan Perkins

Lot sat quiet,

Content without a word.

The trees were enough,

The squirrels and the birds.

Even with the rustling

And the bustling from next door,

Lot had everything he wanted.

Who could ask for more?

        “Hey Lot,” said a voice from out in the distance,

The bustling and rustling did hault.

“You look like you could use some assistance,

Then again, that’s prolly my fault.

“You see, all that noise that you’ve been hearing,

Those computers, cars, and TVS,

I’ve been growing, I’m building, developing.

You might dream of being as popular as me.”

        

The voice laughed a bit at that,

And Lot wasn’t quite sure why.

He didn’t care in the end,

Too busy watching the clear, blue sky.

        “You know, it’s not all lost for you,”

The voice came back one more time.

“I’ll tell you what you need to do,

And you might come out just fine.

“You see, the first thing that you need,

Is to cut down all those useless trees.

You’ll rid yourself of those animal pests,

And you can give all the wood right to me.”

        Lot didn’t like the sound of that.

He wanted to scream, and he wanted to spit.

Why should he lose all of his friends

For this stupid, no good piece of--

        “Now, without all those wasteful trees,”

The interloper went on.

“And with all those pesky, testy animals,

With all of them finally gone.

“You’ll be more attractive, I say,

 Than you have ever been.

And, developed like that, maybe one day,

You’ll have my quality of friends.”

        “Friends I have,”

Lot snapped in a fury.

“Much better than yours

Who are in such a hurry.

“I hear your noise

While I’m trying to sleep

It frightens my animals

And rustles my leaves.

“Why would you think

That I’d give my friends up

For nothing more convincing

Than your simple ‘Ten-hut!’?”

        “I’m not telling you this

To benefit my health.

You don’t know what you’re missing,

You can’t imagine the wealth.

“Your trees and your animals

Will all leave anyway.

You’ll see, I promise,

It’s inevitable with age.

“And when you lie there at night

Crying in your bed,

Wishing beyond wishes

That you had done what I said,

“Remember this, little Lot,

I told you tonight:

You’re underdeveloped

And that will catch up with you in time.”

        The hustling and bustling

Replaced the voice,

Leaving Lot further convinced

He had made the right choice.

The voice could run and run

Its race with no end,

Lot was content enjoying life

And all of his friends.

END