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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
Copyright ©
Marc O'Brien
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