Self-Employed

Star-dash cars now zip along the street,
Winking through town,
Swerving like party-colored leaves
Surfing the wind.
Everyone’s going going going SOMEwhere!

Gone. Here? Yes!
Straight to the top!
Another perfect day
For another perfect dollar!
Mine! I have made it!

Now send up flowers
And sky-hearted piano players!
I want clouds to break,
And stars to take,
With craft ever true, up-soaring!

Sky, sun, time—-
Won!
Won for the President
Of Company ME!

Am I too bold, too free, too loud?
Just wait till I’m more proud.
No, I can’t be quiet.
Love, come now, with me, all night!

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