Cubiclecrow

It’s weird to be jealous of a scarecrow.

I see him every morning on the train.

It’s an urban scarecrow sitting in the

middle of a strange patch of downtown

vacant land.

I think, “Lucky scarecrow”,

“no boss to push you around,

no heartaches, no frustrated

tears welling in your button

eyes”.

Of course, this stuffed man

sitting in this field has no

dreams or goals. He’s living the

dream and achieved his goals.

He’s a scarecrow and

fulfilling his purpose.

I’m not a scarecrow

so it’s not so easy.

I just can’t chase birds

away all day.

I have to find courage and

conviction to face my day.

I have to swallow my

pride and be the laughing

boy for the machines of

industry and mechanics

of business.

That blasted scarecrow,

I wonder if he’s jealous

of

me.