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One Percent

My phone was down

To one percent tonight

And I’m not going to lie

 

I was scared.

 

I thought it was a sign

 

A sign that I might be

Running thin…..

Overexerting…..

 

Over indulging.

 

Work and liquor have been walking hand in hand down the street

Likes its 1950.

 

 

And I don’t like a lot of

People these days

Whether or not that’s because

I am reading lots of Bukowski ,

Is yet to be determined.

 

I think I can blame Bukowski

On the work/ liquor combo.

Maybe it’s time for a new job.

 

The day I quit working in an insulation factory

Was the day I finished reading “Post Office”

On my lunch break.

It was poetic.

 

Yet this Art Gallery

gig could be a good

Summertime tool

I am reading “Women” afterall.

And I do get to work easier hungover

Then when sober, and sleeping in.

 

I took a deep hard look at myself

The characters that surround

Me the places that I

Live and love and the things I like and love to do

 

It’s the honest truth

That I am confused

 

And young

And yet to evolve

And full of love

 

I ride in the back of trucks, on

hockey stick spoilers and broken bumpers

 

With long hair you can say the words like

******

 

without being ridiculed.

Kids don’t go back to school

because if I became a teacher

the world would have a few more

smarter fools and a whole

lot more kids.

 

Maybe as a teacher,

I could inspire, and make one percent of a difference

Or even more.

 

A child teaching children,

What a concept!

 

“Never grow up 101” and  “Introduction to smiling”

If I could fufill learning to this stage,

It would be the world striking

And not the teachers.

 

Maybe its time for the youth of the planet

To strike back.

 

As an ode to the dead phone I once

Needed to recharge,

With a full battery of energy

I vow to live up to my full capacity as a tool of change

If my cell phone does to.

 

*“Time to watch a little less Netflix and family guy kids,

lets turn on a Ted Talk, if you like them and want to be able

to outsmart those pesky grown ups, you should watch

them at home too!”*

 

Ted Talks today’s lesson,

The peoples uprising in Egypt tomorrow.

 

There is a one percent chance of this happening.

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