Dietician vs Mortician
The divide between them’s
not wide
Both deal with cold cuts
One serves ‘em,
the other preserves ‘em
This morning’s sunrise was a tacky and artificial affair.
The sun was played by a weak, 12-watt, refrigerator bulb
that looked wet and heavy as it struggled uphill like a drunk.
The horizon reminded me of a cheap, runny theatrical illusion,
the clouds were old cotton balls glued to cardboard silhouettes,
the birds sagged like dead puppets from uneven, coat hanger wires.
I don’t miss you. Everything’s fine. I hardly noticed you were gone, actually.
Things here are a laugh and a half. We’re doing fun girl things. Anna got new shoes.
I’m hardened by years of inescapable, solitary, covid lockdown. I’m immune to despair.
So go off, interview for that new, far-flung PhD life. Go fawn over Elon Musk for all I care.
I’m definitely not in my room eating spoons of peanut butter and crying to Tom Waits songs.
A frog who could dance up a jig
Went to Nashville to make it big
She set out for the disco
Ended up in some Crisco
Seems it wasn’t that type of gig
Be a Teacher - earn not a lot,
work a lot - be stressed to the
point you’ll lose your sanity.
The government will constantly
try its hardest to deliver new
and improved stresses to your life.
Be a Dr - eat, drink and live stress.
Work every single hour of your life
and burn out quickly!
Be a Fireman - the government will
make a new art out of cutting your
funding and working you at a stupidly
excessive rate. Oh and If the public
want to abuse you the government
will do nothing.
Only work for the council if you are an
expert in doing everything the government
wants for no funding. Careers advice:.
Be a Tory politician - lie, deceive, lie,
deceive, lie, deceive. Avoid paying tax,
treat immigrants ‘differently’ don’t worry
about the public - they’re the sh#t on
your shoe.
Pensions - wait until you are 200 years
old to qualify - but you’ll pay in all your
working life.
I am going to be a ballerina, dancing
Exotically and beautifully,
In a pink tutu, fluffy and frothy
My arms will glitter with
Glitz and sass.
I will be streamlined, with an
Appreciative audience who is
Constantly amazed and
awed by my flawless performance
And if that doesn’t work out,
I will be the owner of an orphanage,
Taking in all of the children who
Do not feel wanted. Giving them
Whatever they need to like themselves
Better
My fallback plan is race car driver.
I will zoom around the track,
Antagonizing my opponents,
Amazing my fans. I can hear
Them cheering now.
If a wrench lands in these
Plans I will run away with
The circus and be one of
The pretty ladies with all the
Make up who wears the
Glitzy swimsuit type outfits,
And rides around on the
Bare back of a highly-decorated
White horse.
Stand back., world. I am ready to
Be the star. I am seven, which
Means I have been preparing
For this kind of attention and
These kinds of accolades for
At least five years.
I wondered what I’d do If I had chosen a career
Would it have been based on challenge or overcoming fear
I could have been an electrician
Working with plugs and wires and sprockets
Or maybe even a politician
Putting my hands in other peoples pockets
I might have been a mariner
When my ship was moored I’d rig it
Or possibly an undertaker
But I just didn’t dig it
How about being a dramatic actor
Playing a part that would make you cry
Study law and be a lawyer
Put my hand on a Bible and lie
I could have been a doctor
And helped ease somebody’s pain
I could have been a congressman
And sold my country down the drain
Be a horticulturist with flowers
From a daisy to a rose
Or a plastic surgeon with pictures
So my patients could pick their nose
I might have chosen to be a weather man
Being wrong most of the time
Or the CEO of a major company
Believing being a thief wasn’t really a crime
If I had to choose a career
I wouldn’t know where to start
So I’ll just be a poet
And stay true to my heart.
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