Hey, Guy

For most of my life, I have wondered why

my parents had the gall to dub me Guy.

Just because it was my grandfather's name

didn't mean they had to call me the same.

It is like my folks never stopped to think.

(I'd get it if they'd had too much to drink.)

Did they ever consider how it'd be

every time someone said 'Hey, Guy' to me?

I might question if they're calling me that

to hide they've gone empty under the hat.

And I wouldn't dare use 'Guy' when I draw a blank.

(One more flaw for which I've got my parents to thank.)

Well, at least I'm grateful I don't feel like a freak.

I know a poor girl whose parents named her Unyque.