Posted by lex, on June 5, 2007
Oh, speak muse! And sing to me faint praises of academia,
for if I were inclined to seek employment yet again,
in the warm embrace of Navy blue (with overcoats and gloves)
ten moons hence, rather than go softly into that good night,
of retirement and contractorhood, I might yet be persuaded
(if only for the command pin that’s in it) – make no mention of the co-eds.
Tho’ being a cautious sailor, yet neither am I unmindful
of the brutal winter weather, the taxes and the wild-eyed liberals
which hazards accumulate one atop the other in repellent combination
the first of which might render me an absent father
and a geographic bachelor, the second much the poorer in pocket
and the third – Oh, worst of all! – poorer still in soul.