Workin’ For The Man
I think makin’ people work for the man until late night is weirdnik,
cat,real weirdnik.
I sure hope they don’t expect more out of me than I can
give; I like my pace snail, man, real snail.
I’m a slimy, rhymy cat…I’m a slow poke; that ain’t no joke.
I’m a ‘ohm’ girl with a soft curl…aint’ got
time to rush ’cause I like the cosmic ‘hush’.
Doin’ a pace steady with grace…that’s me, cat, that’s me.
Keepin’it cool, cat…real cool.
copyright©2009 Marianne Coyne
Hello all,
Thought it was time for a some Poetry Schmoetry. A lot of message with a little humor tucked in. I had so much fun writing this series. If you want to know more about Poetry Schmoetry, click here to read an intro post.
Thank you for stopping by Leisure Lane, a little place right outside your imagination where anything is possible.
Until next time, may happy days abound!
Marianne
Note: Above image is from an original abstract, acrylic on canvas, copyright©Marianne Coyne, circa 1999. Poem, “Workin’ For the Man” is from the Poetry Schmoetry series copyright©2009 Marianne Coyne.

























