What a dream!
To teach.
And publish those goddamn poems.
And get so famous.
Be a *ROCK STAR* poet.
My name in lights in every journal nee and high.
Keep my black t-shirt lint free.
My thin spot combed over and shineless.
And bide my time until I score with an undergrad.
Boy, I'm glad I teach writing.
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