He grew up wanting to be a hobo and ride the trains <br />With names like the Powhatan and the Pocahontas <br />The old trains provided a familiarity to his dreams <br />The click clacking sounds of steel meeting steel <br />Of wheels meeting tracks <br />The familiar comfort of never looking back <br />To the escape he took from his warm and cozy childhood bed <br />He grew up wanting to be a hobo and preferred to sleep in stockyards <br />Where the smell of cattle covered the stench of wealth <br />Even if it was just a metaphor composed of methane gas <br />Bovines are apathetic and don’t care about human politics <br />They accept their fate at the end of an electronic prod <br />Better to accept one’s fate than fight it he always believed <br />Better to grow a beard than to shave a daily growth of lies <br />Better to sleep with flies than to be one <br />Buzzing with dirty gossip and eating crap for meals <br />At least beans in a can were nutritious <br />And he could practically steal them for free… <br />He grew up wanting to be a hobo and ride the trains <br />Iowa and Ohio <br />Pennsylvania and New York <br />All the places he could travel incognito <br />And nobody would ever know how wealthy he really was…<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-world-in-which-nearly-everybody-wants-to-be-a-millionaire/
