hop, skip and jump

no, toad, you are all right
I’ve met your students
they love you
and I’ve met you too:
six two, 336,
you could have made the
Rams
but your literary ass
would have gotten tangled with
your literary beard,
and the beer belly would have to
go,
and I know that without your
beer and your booze at night
you could never be human enough
to be loved by your students
in the day.
and I know about your woman
trouble
and how you worry about
occupational hazards
like yours.

I know about your trouble with women and
your trouble with thoughts.
you teach well because you fail normally.
and while there’s nothing else to do
you work at this kind of half-assed
immortality

you’re all right,
toad.

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