I once had a thought that teaching would be a nice career
Shelving dreams of writing things that meant more to me
Ten years in and again the words I have yet to write weigh
Heavier now than they’ve ever been, the shelves bend in
I count down the days until I’m free again, dreaming when
The shelves come down and a life of story-telling begins
11.10.19
Winter came quick ‘round here
We bundled down and watched
Trees catch fire from a setting sun
11.7.19
One day I’ll tell you what it meant
To feel soft skin on my shoulder
While you slumber, I dream of
When we’ll sleep by starlight
11.6.19
My wife and I don’t know how we’ll make it month to month
We work full time, pay our bills, scavenge every penny
Yet debts add up, stacking crap on top of bullshit mountain
An American dream of shitty insurance and a million ways
To die a victim of late-stage capitalism gone amuck
Everyone has two full years of income already owed
A one percent sucking the marrow from our bones
Fearing the masses wake from media-induced comas
Devour the rich whole, it’s the only thing they’re good for
We have the numbers, burn them alive in their fancy homes
11.5.19
‘Teacher Shortage’ is a misnomer
We’re burned out and giving up
When admin doesn’t back us
Because parents scare them
And the county only worries
About going viral and lawsuits
Meanwhile, the kids don’t believe
That natural consequences exist
Why should they, when leaders
Get away with murder, live on TV