Cola

The hat upon your head,

    Is the hat of distinction.

Taking it off,

    Requires a little wisdom.



Slow down that elbow,

    Your waistcoat is a showing.

       The lounge is in a mess.

    And the front lawn needs a mowing.



There's a dead cat,

    On a country flat,

Looking for resurrection.



There's a man,

    With pen in hand,

Looking for discretion.



I saw you at the wishing well,

    Your money you were throwing,

But your hat is still upon your head,

    And the front lawn still needs mowing.






Author's Notes/Comments: 

Peoples priorities often look strange next to other people's priorities.

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hawksquaw99's picture

What a polished poem! I love the form and style. You draw your reader in and use words in a very artistic way! Keep it up!

hawksquaw99's picture

wonderful insight and depth in this writing.... love it...