I swear, it's every day that I'm skittering out the way,
missing prepositions as I scurry, coming up with new
ways to see myself as a vole or a mouse, not as small as
a louse, and running on and on and on, sentenced to
the paragraph case and underpaid public defenders;
teacher's salary, a pejorative nomenstructure, designed
to keep those who Do feeling superior as they fill
the skies with mush and pour rats into the water supply;
don't stop yet, and don't exclaim, or you'll end up
ended and wishing that the last word was someone else.
Roman Ryan 