I've almost never encountered a kind
of a trade beyond adamance in its own vision.

They are their own doctors to fix their strained spines
from bearing a helplessness brought by their heart beats
they dream as they read up the workings of law
convinced of their right to be cured from life.

Certainly, barely any ideal could compare to this one
well-known defining quality of this transcendent trade
for that is still nowhere closer to truth
for those most of them
merely being in for the profit
spread sickness onto these remaining ones
these burnt-out-vigoured drop-outs.

These who skipped classes,
part-time, heart beats
got shattered and obviously broke
who resigned,
retreated and hungered
who still linger around
who have yet to burden their families with the bill of their graves
the ones who were fated to moop up
often some former colleagues' jigsaw remains
they are
plainly our janitors for everyone's brains.

They are
our groundsteady janitors
for everyone's brains
in some way or another.