When they told me I would have no job next fall
In order to stay on the ball
For the rest of the year
And because I cannot stand beer
I jump into the lake of denial
So that my blood will not rile
And think vile thoughts
That all they care about is what can be bought
Of knowing that all the time and money
I put into earning my degree
To live in the world of milk and honey
Because nothing is free
Then I look around
Try to shake myself awake
Dig a hole in the ground
And instead of burying myself in it
I plant flowers
Pretty pink flowers
And I think,
I have been through much worse
Whatever they throw, I can take
And I pull myself out of that lake.
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