I exist and the world should know it,
The woman who brought him to life agreed.
Golem stood on a street corner
holding a sign. “Will help you for free.”
Before long a car came by
but the driver yelled, “Get a job!”
A five-year-old threw gnawed
chicken wings at his head.
A teen shoved a flyer into his hand.
“Lose Fifty Pounds or Your Money Back.”
Then rushed away,
drenching her hands in Purell.
Frustrated, Golem raced
to the nearest Walmart and landed
a job as a greeter. Soon every
greeter wore a sign like his.
“Will help you for free.”
Customers didn’t look at him
or at any of the others.
No one realized a miraculous being
stood in the entrance.
Golem decided he wasn’t
imposing enough. He grew as large
as an SUV, turned his eyes
into glowing green orbs,
changed his sign.
“I am a GOLEM. Get a wish for FREE!”
Crowds photographed him
with their iPhones, friended him
on Facebook, texted about him on Twitter
before he vanished.