Marc O'Brien Poet Rhyme

From The Workshop Collection: Playing The Game

Today I am reminded that  

How we were spoiled rotten brats  

Going to school  

Acting cool  

Hair groomed 

Singing our favorite tune  

Getting acceptable grades  

Flaunting what we made  

Soon tassels turned  

Degree diplomas fairly earned  

Salary expected owed  

Only decision ‘what job to go’  

Reality approached  

Wearing the teacher’s Broche  

What are you going to do?  

Academic years are through  

Goose’s eggs were out there  

Went to all the job fairs  

Nothing fit  

Here I sit  

On the curb  

Realizing I am just one in the herd  

Wrong something went 

Exhausted time spent   

No longer an owner, I rent  

Committed, struggle I must  

Bank account in God we trust  

Is a total bust   

Creating a financial stain  

Credit rating seriously to blame  

Was it the economy?  

That blurred what I see  

Or the unproven theory one conned me  

Climbing the company umbrella tree  

Flipping through the books  

Should I learn how to microwave cook  

Priority to clean this up now  

Take the positive professional bow  

Needing to think  

Decided refreshment wanted to drink 

While pondering the ways of the world  

A girl  

Walked into the scene  

I figure, ‘she was looking for green’ 

“Dad, do you have my check?”  

She asked noticing me as a wreck  

“What is your name?”  

She made the first move in our game  

“Roger  

And I am a dodger” 

Is what I replied  

Observing her, almost die  

I am a dem bum too 

A giant fool  

Conversation began  

Being each other’s fan  

Still Bleeding from the kidnapping spear  

Concluding finishing our beer  

They are not coming back  

Sadly true, was the fact    

Only one thing was left  

Look like a well-suited ref  

Wear pinstripes with pride  

Carrying a briefcase acting like we tried  

Accepting the Metropolitans as who they are  

Cheering inside the local Queen’s bar  

As for those former Highlanders, who were the best  

I will confess  

It is success  

Is how we dress  

And no one around here should imitate a corporate mess

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