The argument from both sides,
the work, the wiring, the way

to your permanent exhibit,

you book-carrying pretentious book-carrier, we together hold the love of
life inside
     of you
      and the dove  
              that is screaming
                      and won’t let you go when she asks you not to,
don’t, it is not worth it,

You are still Paul Bunyan,
learning,

You don’t need their approval, work in the morning?
A train to a suburban home,
white picket fence and two car garages
you’re on your way to it, I guarantee you.