Get a job now,
they say to me,
a 'man of age',
kulli of expectations,
unmarried to not-a-wife,
and father of unborn child.
Head held high,
I
trudge along,
in the minefields
of relationships
and the trench-fields of
those marriage talks.
Little do they know.
I am a deserter.
Head held high,
A man of age,
I,
will get a job now.
have you restarted this blog? :-)
ReplyDeleteToo many poems in my notebook. :( I wish i still wrote poems ironically. I have to read three papers for class tomorrow morning, and one of them has this:
Delete"Unlike state-centric political realism, the ontology of
critical realism is not state but social relations and is thus supportive of sociologically
based theories of IR, especially those of Marxists and neo-Gramscians."
* I dont know what ontology is
* I didn't realize there was non-state centric realism
* what sociologically theories of IR, and why don't I know about them after studying IR for 3.5 years?
* who is Gramscian?
Thus the poem. The only person losing here is the morning me.
Complex. :) Hope the class is more interesting than the readings. Non-state centric realism (hmmm..maybe something you could write about) :)
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