Goodbye Sparta

A sad piece, penned in fifteen minutes, about events that just happened an hour ago.

It’s eleven hours after midnight,

the middle of the day practically,

but as the country god named Alan

once said, it’s six hours from now

someplace else

 

Grain Belt, Nordeast edition,

is the serum of the moment

and light blue movers by the

combination of the first and

eighth digits of our numeral

system are keeping me from

ingesting a metallic lunch,

a twenty-two long rifle shell

to be precise

 

I had to hand in my key today,

my access pass to the hallowed

halls of secularism, the place

where I instruct the youth of

today on the universal

language, the one that

everybody hates learning

 

All because I epically fail

at being the hardass that

my father excels at being

 

That man could get an

unruly platoon in line,

and I envy him for that

 

So, what’s next?

 

Do I leave a pool of

brain matter and

hemoglobin on the

floor for the crime

scene analysts and

sheriff’s deputies

to analyze, or do

I press on and stop

being the b***h

for once?

 

Who the f**k

knows anyway?

 

This is my life,

and I designed

and I got to pay

for it, so I guess

I don the white

uniform again,

the one that

bakery workers

use all the time

 

At least I excel

at monkey-see,

monkey-do

employment

 

And I still have my

license to teach after all,

so I can be the overpriced

babysitter that are in

desperate need in the

surrounding counties

 

So, maybe life doesn’t suck

that much after all

 

So goodbye Sparta,

may you live long and prosper

even though you raked my

deserving a*s over the coals

a few too many times

Reviews

[Ruth]

This is emotively alarming and unsettling, saddening too, you write emotion and experience really well love xx