Who am I

That open corner,
How crave thee,
On Monday morning,
When life begins,

He slowly, creeps
He jokes, He dances, He parades
Those who are watching,
Stand and crave

That open corner,
Has his name,
But he who dances,
Loose the aim

Those who are trying,
Get the boot,
Those who are lying,
Never loose,

I often wonder,
Is it true?
That Every corner,
Misses you.

Only the smart,
follow the pavement,
only to find
Pothole filled with anger

Those who are stupid,
Never loose,
Those who are angry,
Get the boot

That makes me, what?
A pig? An ass? A Jork?
 Who doesn’t ever
Know whats best?

One thing is clear,
We are here to stay,
What ever happens,
Obama pays.