i don't know how you  write a good research paper kid,
if you don't have a good idea,
you might as well plagiarize.


what are you supposed to write about?
write about what you want to learn
what you want to learn depends
             upon the white wheelbarrow...
                 
the guy at the tabak shop on my street
looks like a guy i knew in florida,
but he doesn't act like him.

there's a woman where i work,
she's respected and wears her credentials
like a hooker wears fishnet stockings.
I'm more interested in the hooker.

A friend of mine stole my shoes.
I was telling him the story
about how I'd discovered my shoes gone.
His sympathy seemed so genuine
I decided the shoes weren't worth the trouble.

I had a girlfriend who understood
how unreliable her initial instincts were
concerning friendships she'd forge.
Inevitably the fast friendships soured.

Teachers who've only ever been teachers
are among the most piteous creatures
roaming the earth. None of them recognize
the caricatures they've written themselves into.

I read an article debunking the grammar rules
that say not to end a sentence with a preposition, or begin one with a conjunction.
Students at my school are required
to make index card note cards. I must
do my best to change this policy.











             

...as if

"The budget isn't inexhaustible."

       as if all
   of the
     human race
         depended on it...

would the late fees really matter then...
can I please get my passport
       stamped "EU"

       The invading race won't
      have a clue
     now's the time,
    let's take advantage while
   the gettin's good,
    now's the time,
      get in on this quick,
        might as well
           it's all going to hell
           anyway.


Should we fight it out,
even when it's all on the line,
when we're facing extinction,
   
     are we going to get a reverse mortgage for these good people Janie.

"The budget John, it just wouldn't allow for it."

as if it was talking
     "For holy sake John
          we created it...I think it would allow for it."

               The invasion is always there,
                  man, why should we pretend otherwise
                     a dying man doesn't pay late fees...fuckers!

            There's just not room in the budget this year....

            as if...
     
            there were citizens of "imminent doom"
            waiting in line at the courthouse....
                   a fool waits in line drawing his last breath....fuckers!

If there were an invasion,
can you imagine...

"That's two dollars and fifty cents sir. You've only got two twenty-five."

As if it's real.

         As if you wouldn't throw everything at it to stay alive.