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[sid] => 3930
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Life Call
[time] => 2002-09-17 06:25:30
[hometext] => This is a parody of a poem by W. D. Snodgrass called April Inventory
[bodytext] => Tis spring, tis spring
and all the birds yet sweetly sing. But I cannot so well them hear, for I’m now deaf in my left ear. In fall the trees shall lose their leaves and all the grass turn into seeds. But while leaves and grass shall grow again, my hair’s been gone since who knows when. And while the girls all used to stare, they now shun my lack of hair. Those who used to stop and flirt now duck their heads inside their shirts. And while I yet halt and gaze, with eyes filled with love-struck haze, Susie, Jane, and Mary-Lou, now my looks they do eschew. And while the money goes to pay the bills that I accrue each day, my income has not one inch grown since Dick III obtained the throne. Around me those who have degrees are ubiquitous as bad emcees. To them go the jobs, the fun, the perks. While on the perimeter I lurk. Their obsession with work recalls to me the dedication of an NSYNC groupie. They are welcome to do as they please, to wear their ulcers on their sleeves. But as for me I am content, though my salary does not augment, to teach my classes what it means to stay in shape and fit one’s jeans. One thing that I have learned through life is, though I toil, strain, and strive, my shape remains within the hands of my own hormonal glands. There is a bulge that will endure through every dieting brochure. It stems from Monday football nights and triple chocolate fudge delights. Despite my lack of physique my body’s failure to be sleek, there is one thing that still remains and this life of mine yet sustains. It is my love for those who care, (without it I would not have a prayer) my family, friends, and God above, who endure all my failings with love. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 7 [informant] => Vigilante006 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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