Swiping on

Eventually, as the crow flies
before everyone dies of boredom
we’ll all get our skates on
take the lead
in someone or others

I’m whistling Dixie
someone picks me.

It’s not so bad being last in the queue,
there’s no one behind you to
stab you in the back.

I see the bobbin threads of
a thousand heads
me, me, me,
but they don’t all agree
on who the ‘me’ is.

And I move along
I was comfortable in
my niche and
someone else
joins the queue,
stand in front of me
why don’t you?
get a jump on the queue
why don’t you?

I like my place here
in the rear
where I can peer
what’s going on.

© 2015, John Smallshaw.