Charles Chaim Wax
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No Expectation Of Reward
Being the union guy at Spinoza HS
created a morsel of interest to the day
like when Darwin Dix showed up
his hair a bunch of purple spikes
a good ten inches off his skull
held upright by some fancy gel
from Italy I never heard of.
Chairperson Linda wrote him up
declaring his appearance demented
thus hindering the children’s education.
“A poet don’t play by your rules, ”
I informed her, knowing the union had
gone to court on this one:
No dress codes for teachers.
Darwin wrote a poem in my honor:
The Real Big Boss of the Universe
sent it off, ...
At Four In The Afternoon
I poured a six pack of Rolling Rock
down the throat
with a quart of Bacardi Light
but failed to get there.
heart like a closed fist.
in the burrow.