Vocation.
To please everyone is of course
mission impossible & my aim,
goal, immeasurable outcome:
to wrench the cistern from the
mensroom floor and heave it
through the window so as to
free the inmates at last so as
IT’ll never happen again.
IT, I said.
I also aim to irritate, aggravate,
confuse, provoke, tickle, tweak,
& toss stimulus packages freely
to poor & needy and be loved
for it & you might think that’d
be a piece of cake but it’s more
like flipping 600 pound tractor
tires in the morning, lifting rail
road ties, & heaving beer kegs
backwards over my head &
shoulders to warm up.
I overstate, as usual.
It's Joy. Unpostponed.
It, I said.
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