The Regretful Academic: Poetry Exercise #3

I sit across from you in the dining room

You’ve given us so much,

 

Lighting the lovely lines lying

across your own face,

 

I whine for nor want no weak role in it.

I am ultimately unfulfilled.

 

 

I married you because it was normal.

My mother married you,

 

Her mother married you,

Her mother’s mother married you,

 

And so on.

 

How else am I to scrape out a living in this world?

Office occupancy?

 

Collegiate worth?

Naught.

 

Powerless, yet not sexless

God save me, my children, and our souls.

 

 

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