My Friend George

I could ask him anything - said he was a pilot,
it was automatic although some people forgot the plot,
always there to guide me past devious mystique,
there are ways and means to get whatever you may seek.

One day George led the missing Malaysian plane along,
he knew what he was doing although aware it was wrong;
there were many tasks, strangely not just aeronautical,
counselling was in his locker, not just an illiterate haul.

As George sprawled onboard in Tom Cruise's jacuzzi,
thought he was Dylan Thomas, a case of mistaken identity,
suggested that we should not be concerned with trivia,
rather, more important was avoiding some other's agenda.

Easy for him to say but some prickly plants won't lie down,
they spring up after congratulatory rain, ignoring any frown.