Poem of the Week |20| Beware of the Hey Man
Beware of the Hey Man
Beware of the Hey Man,
he’s lurking in the street.
That hipster-hatted Hey Man,
the coolest guy you’ll meet.
He’s sipping on his coffee,
a pained artistic soul.
The only thing that this guy’s
drawing is the dole.
His conversation sparkles
as he bums a cigarette.
He’s working on a book you know,
it’s just not finished yet.
Beware of the Hey Man,
he’s drifting through the crowd.
If you keep drifting every day man,
the world won’t wait around.
The screenplay never written,
the painting never hung.
You’ve wasted years
and missed the boat
but hey man, it was fun.