DOWN AT THE FOLKS

A Poem by John Crowley

A little dig at the pompous

DOWN  AT  THE FOLKS

 

You might have noticed

No letters past our name

We just said it straight

We don`t play no silly game

 

"Brawling city of iron men"

You may recognize the line

I think he was poet laureate

Of our United States

 

Mark Twain or more

Was made a doctor some

But never tried to press

Unless maybe the Mrs. dress

 

Don`t put on airs

If you can`t take the heat

This is our world here

And we just won`t be beat

 

We admire the real McCoy

Pay our taxes and vote

Don`t  pretend that you are great

Unless you bring a note

 

----- John Crowley