Calling John Harvey Poem by Leighton J Rees

John holds a towel to his bruised up face
another whisky soaked self inflicted haze

He calls an ambulance, the only number he knows
a prank call just for them to show

He's angry at the world again
the help he called for he starts threatening,

They leave and he calls them right back
a bit more chaos before a nap

To the passerby he yells "I'm dying"
If they knew him they'd know he is lying

Into a cell he shall soon head
some company, a free meal and bed

He's not mad he just wants to waste time
not believing it to be a crime,

and the money that they say he's wasted
is not his, so he's not exactly devastated

Compulsive number dialling, out of hand
a 'menace to society' or just a lonely old man?