|What I DON'T Want to do When I Grow Up
Author: Magpie Poet PM
What goes through my head when I talk to my boss. I don't know what I want to do with my life. Only what I don't. Reviews welcome. Please. Answers to the meaning of life and job suggestions are as well!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 145 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 02-17-04 - id: 1528797
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I don't want to be the manager
With slicked back hair and a shit-eating smile
That practically cries 'boy do I have a car for you!'
I don't want to sell.
I don't want to lie.
I don't want to be one more mini-exec
With a nose as brown as the Birkenstocks he wears
To match his polo shirts on the Caribbean cruise.
I don't want to hide behind figures.
I don't want to kiss asses.
I don't want to be an embittered teacher
Shouting at generations of students too hormonal
To do sums, or care if Napoleon came before Hitler.
I don't want to live by rote.
I don't want to be a clone.
What position allows for quality,
and respects hard work—done well and carefully
Where is the place for me?