it is my fault
not enough
it is my damn fault
I know
sacrifice the
time like this
book shelf in the sway
correct me and
you’re wrong
I will tell you why
I’m from
another realm of
something
whatever it is
it’s just something else
besides your blueprint
here is where we can
eat our toast
a compound
get up early and
ride the train with
all the hordes
don’t remind me
of that
books are written
and read just
to put one’s head
somewhere else
besides up the ass
work is not everything
work is not anything
work is not my ethic
I get promoted to
anarchy
congratulations on that
new promotion to
self-actualization
you know the guy is
camping out in
the great outdoors
with his wife
sleeping in the back
of a station wagon
it is a cold morning
but there is much
to be loved
real work is
getting something done
for yourself
or for a real cause
what they look for
in you is a team leader
to benefit THEIR cause
and so on
polish that counter top
ring the register
hit the windows with
soap and water demeaned
we’re all last class citizens
that way
stamping papers
I worked this job in Arlington
writing on sheet after sheet
after a while for each one that would
be trashed I’d write
burn this
strangle this
throw out window
kidnap this
take this one shopping
hide under pillow
paint this black
distribute this to a stranger
beam this up
etc.
the boss raised his eyebrow
and I didn’t
give a fuck
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