The motorman bangs on his noisy gong And grins at folks as he whoops along, Or stops up quick to jerk us: Wish 't I was him! But I'd like it more As a druggist-clerk in a city store, A-mixing soda and fizz and pop,— Or I'd be the help in a candy shop, Or one of the boys to mind the bell, In a uniform in a big hotel If it didn't over-work us! Or I'd be a tramp, 'cause his folks don't care If he's washed his face or has brushed his hair; Or else be a missionary, so That I could get foreign stamps, you know: But best of all I would like to go And be a clown at a circus. There's other things I might like to be— I know I'm tired of being Me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: RETURN - 1917 by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BEFORE THE FLOWERS OF FRIENDSHIP FADED FADED: 21 by GERTRUDE STEIN |