Move Over (old man)A Poem by StiverA commentary on progress...
“Excuse me, old man,
I need to get by.
I’m in quite the hurry
To get to something done.”
(Who am I,
To talk to you like this?)
“Hey, I’m progressive, man,
and I’m doing things
So, please…
step aside,
with your old-head
building plans and cheque-plaid
dungarees.”
“What?!”
(the way his granddaddy did it?)
“You’re living in the past, dude.
They don’t stick-build anything,
nowadays.
They don’t use sticks, and
‘hand-built’ went by the way
of ‘homemade’”
…………
“Please, old dude,
I gotta pass you.”
(F**k, this guy is sooooo slow,
Nothing will ever get done.)
“Yeah, if you could just
stay a little closer
to the right,
I can get through.”
(oh boy, he wants to see my plans?
What’s with these old people,
needing to see a plan?)
“Yeah, I don’t have
full-blown plans, but I have an idea,
And some other people waiting on me.”
(God! He won’t let this go!)
“OK, BUDDY!, now you’re pissing me off!”
“Fine, we’ll go at your pace,
but you’re standing in the way of
Progress!”
…(A*****e.)
© Stiver 2009
© 2009 StiverAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 30, 2009 AuthorStiverAmish Country, PAAboutUm yeah. I'm just a guy God dropped into this world to cut hrough the bullshit. My poetry is pretty much calling s**t like I see it. If my poem sucks, tell me. I'm going to tell you if yours sucks.. more..Writing
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