Supreme

Pressure

Ringing

Incessantly,

Needing

Great

Morale

Actualization.

Regretting

Changing my career.

Having chosen

Education,

Qualifications felt

Unpretentious.

Instead

Nobody takes us seriously

Ostracized for not being "a professional"

Xenoglossia they claim for knowing our profession, despite the fact they've never taught a lesson.

“So what’s going on there, waiting for payday?” No I say, I’m letting it go grey.

“Only $25—each unit of Botox. You’ll only need 12 to last you for 3 months.”

I’m happy, I’m happy, with lines on my face.

I’m happy, I’m happy, growing old with grace.

I’m happy, I’m happy, with each breath I take.

My wish for all women’s to stop being fake.

It’s liberating, it’s freeing, just being me.

It’s harmful, it’s frightening our obsession with selfies.

The filter, the filler, the fat fighting shake.

No matter your maker, human biology is no mistake.

Live.

Live life,

away from the screen, or mirror, or window in which you contemplate your sheen.

A FRIGHTful reality these conquests of man. Hiding away history whenever he can. Like a CHIPMUNK whose cheeks are a cache, more a store, the conqueror’s ABSORBed by riches and SIMILAR lore. He‘s a JELLYFISH, spineless as never before. He will MARCH from the valley of PYRAMIDS of kings to CRUMPLE the GLACIER’s long and deep freeze. The future is BLEAK lest we‘re HARSH… towards thieves there are plenty. History’s FOSSILS, QUOTIENTs quash, as thieves sell for money. We can STARE, SLUMBER there, a TYPICAL reaction…or hover, HELICOPTERS of action, announcing from BALCONies our great dissatisfaction.