Nor Ever Will [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

After being threatened with old Afrikaans translations to be
redone as an exercise for me - an illiterate as far as one-to-
one technical terms and subject jargon go - I dived into my
Portuguese delight, savoured each idea, rechecked every
legal line - if a moments leisure means I've to do projects I
relish even less than regulations, I'll devote my attention

To every part of my bovine embryo export document, study
every aspect of the hygienic conditions and warning signs of
dangerous diseases, which reminds me, boredom's always
been a disease dangerous to me: whether I need much more
info than the average citizen - or I've too much adrenaline
devouring my energy, and thus have to work hard to find

Exciting things to rekindle my flagging interests, I cannot
ever tell; fact is - I have to eat & drink to fill empty moments
devoted to emotionless, without passion, boring & saddening
research - I chewed my way through peanuts & popcorn today
to complete my document; if I didn't have allergies, who can
tell where I might have been: a cabaret star, a teacher, a

Fortune-teller - but no, with the problem of flagging energy, I
ended up in this pedantic profession where I shock everyone
claiming we should shoot the messenger; why let any single
individual have a joy of spreading tales of tragedy, or losing
a war when all who hear the message fall into deep mourning
without release of their pent-up emotions -

Yes, I guess I do not fit the norm - nor ever will…