A little poetry ;)

 Because of the end of my last post, I wanted to include this poem here on my blog also.  I wrote this one of the first times I realized that I felt this way.  I was studying my ass off with books surrounding me while Nick sat at his computer playing World of Warcraft.  Not that there is anything wrong with him working and coming home and playing at all.  And I'm not saying that he's stagnant or even satisfied with where he is; he just handles the "now" better than I do when it's not everything he wants it to be.  And he was releasing stress with a game that he loves.  I was in the mood to do something that I loved and not something I was required to do (that I didn't particularly love). 

I'm not calling anyone stupid (there we go again), but I was thinking of a way that I would be able to abandon my ambitions and just exist and be satisfied.  But I realized that wouldn't work for me.  I'm not made for that.


Program

Sometimes I wish I were
Ignorant of passions, and therefore
Irresponsible.
Understandably so
Because no
Sane person would depend
On my lack of ambition.
Oh, I wish this work
Were gone--

The television on
So I could hear the censors
Covering those "real" people,
Repeating sounds like checkout lanes
In Grocery stores—
                                    No!—
            Maybe I could be
Wise enough still
To avoid
The Jersey Shores.
Watch my sitcoms,
Go to work,
Come home,
                        Repeat.         
           Syndicated,
Placated?
                                    No.  No satisfaction,
But to be the
Artist who produces
Other people’s wastes
Of time.

~SAB

Thanks for reading.  This was also one I've been using to play with drop line when I was reading about it.  I think it's quite effective although this still needs some work.  Always more work.