Tinymind
Yer a mad scootermonger, said Harold
to the
change clerk, whereupon the change clerk said
I don’t have to take that from no one and I
probably will, too
You haven’t thought that the sun couldn’t
rise without us
that little Bobby Hermedon couldn’t tie his
shoelaces, nor eat a wholesome breakfast
without one of us paper pushers
pushes us
paper
If yore life is so damned little or so
damned big
whyntcha prove it and see how many
perfectly
executed
checkmarks you can place within the frame of my
time clock fricassee
Go ahead and live yore unmarked path
yore reckless tango hall
yore foolhardy bean dip café
but dontcha come a-runchin to me when yore
number five paper clips run out on
April
third
around two o’clock
Oh and they will, too
First published in Onionhead.
(Lakeland, Florida)
From the collection Great Showtunes of the American Stage Photo by Nadine Michaelah Kelley
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