Yes, I fully intend to roll my eyes during the last half of the meeting
then go home, smoke weed, and watch the entire Stefon SNL saga
I give and I give and I give
when I teach
I need to come home and recharge.
I don't have time for
my babies
my baby.
even my IAM
When I teach
I feel like a conduit
stretched thin as I cover the multiple lines etched over sand
by the sharp pebbles that cut my feet and wash away the day's
work and present new patterns across the shore in an intricate web of thoughts,
feelings, wills, goals, beliefs, hopes, dreams, kids, jobs, stress, bills, wages,
earnings, taxes, fears, detainment, deportment, separation, divorce,
court appearances, jail time, deaths, births, hospital visits,
life
Okay, I got caught up in the structure and devolved into mayhem. But, seriously. I NEED to find a job that involves less people. I need to own something.
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