Jeffrey Hull
Friday, September 26, 2008
Newsman
Looking down above the city,
Bustling proles and hoi polloi,
Faded collars hot and gritty—
Stands the super paperboy.
Never was some stupid yokel,
No, the man who says what is;
Cosmopolitan, yet local—
Wasn't he the big news whiz?
Not some product of the play-schools
Of more ordinary men,
Topped his class at A-grade J-schools—
Saved the world with mighty pen!
Fantasized of fame and prizes,
Wrote his novel on the side;
One too many compromises
Gently greased his downward slide.
Long he views the surly skyline,
Every dream so long gone bust;
Hacking out his dreary byline
All he sees is grime and rust.
© 2008 Jeffrey Hull
posted by Jeffrey Hull, 8:21 AM
