My passport still shows the faint stamp
From the night I enrolled as a tramp!
Though I soon swapped ‘The Road’
For my present abode
When the company iPad got damp.
To succeed as a vagrant, one must of necessity eschew the proprieties of office and the allure of corporate cybertrash. In this bulletin, abyssal and humiliating inauthenticity is compounded by the author’s feeble pride in the scarcely-readable documentation of his or her self-delusion.
Our Senior teacher, Miss Walker –
So winsome, but such a fast talker!
In one very quick chat
(In a bush, near her flat)
I grasped just the single word, ‘stalker’.
Miss Walker and Ms Carter roomed in the same apartment complex as I recall, two pretty cute babes. Walker called me out, but I turned the tables and reported her for misconduct. It takes two to tango, I claimed at the time. I wasn’t that popular when the Principal dismissed her. Not being her only teen admirer, I didn’t feel that guilty. Go figure.