Not sunny
–he wears his baseball cap
backward
–even in the snow
–even in the rain.
Not sunny
–he wears his baseball cap
backward
–even in the snow
–even in the rain.
Workin’ at clerkin’
a skill that I’d master
an artform
that’s patently
blatently
vaster
than rifling papers
or handling
cash
or picking up phones
as drone paid to answer
FAQs from the masses
at bottom of
“latter”
I’d climb up
those
r
-u
–n
—g
—-s
like peers that predate me
as fast as I could
but don’t try to rate me
I’d square up with light
in energized weight, flee
mind-numbing work
much sooner than late, see
if Einstein could do it
what might my fate be?
Else I’d choose
buildin’
to (round out)
my profile
constructin’ the frameworks
and layin’ the tiles
since hammers and nails
are still somewhat vital
and carpentry’s prideful
to take on as title
besides my friend Jesus
could back up my bio.
©Karen Robiscoe