Oh Me, Oh My
ant hill blues
OH ME OH MY
Oh me, Oh my Down on my luck And ain’t got a dime Bills are all due Baby’s in rags These holes in my shoes Won’t keep out the rain. Up in the morning At twenty past five Work a no end job On the far side of town. My bicycle’s broke The tires are flat Walk four miles For a bus to catch. Junior needs a belt To keep up his drawers The cow won’t give milk No eggs from the hens Guess I’ll go without Breakfast again. Monday’s the worst When you’re out with the crowd The whole world is mad Their future’s been sold. Went to school, got a degree To shine the fruit At the grocery store Determine the weight Fill up the bag Sell to the rich And don’t count the worms. My Baby is happy When I get home Fire up the pot And add the soup bone. Drink Ginger Ale Like it’s French champagne Get under the covers And listen to the trains. Oh me, Oh my I say my prayers Asking for gold But I’ll be satisfied With a fat bankroll. Live in a mansion Value what’s real Look down on the people Like ants on a hill. ©2026 Stephanie M. Vargo
Poetry becomes more alive when it leans into rhythm, like a song thinking in fragments. Loved it!
Sad, and yet somehow fun!