I dont know when I started getting seasick at the mention of the word professional
I think it was a long time ago and I still dont walk right
I want to look out at the trees and the sky the clouds
how unprofessional the clouds are they never stay where you put them
how will they survive
but they do
the trees and the shivering leaves in brisk October winds
they have spent everything to leave on the earth
their ruby colors their ochre their disappearing lemon splendors
how wasteful they are
perhaps they should cut corners
go to seminars seek help.
ah professional world how I wish you had never been born
turning the children of the stars into bean counters
where will it all end
will you creak into Heaven
and need to be oiled
please stop leaving me messages everywhere
im going to go live in the clouds with my homemade ladder my harp
where you'll have to stop sending me invoices
whaere tbe sky is pink for no reason.
mary angela douglas 23 september 2020
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