She opened my office door.
The special education teacher with three stomachs stood before me.
“Did you get my meeting invite?” She asked.
“No,” I said.
“Well… I would like you there.”
“You don’t need to say anything. All you need to do, is bring your handsome face to my meeting.”
The special education teachers have been torturing me for three years.
Now, they are trying to make-up with me.
It feels like rattlesnakes that want to cuddle,
but I keep doing my job,
just the same.
I read somewhere, that women can’t respect you, if you don’t have competence or ambition.
My ambition, is more subtle.
My competence, is understanding people.
I can’t put an airplane together, or save a human life.
All I do, is think about strange philosophies, and wonder why
I wound-up working
in public education.