Cubicles Need Higher WallsA Poem by Budd BlackangrySo you are better than me, I get it. No really I do. You don’t have to rub your fancy degrees in my face Act like I don’t have a clue.
I understand that you amassed lots of student loans Only to learn you hate your job. I am sure that berating me make you feel better but, please don’t take it out on this poor slob.
Maybe you could talk to me like we are intellectual equals Would that be so wrong. If I don’t understand, you can teach me what I need to know It wouldn’t take long.
But it is okay, talk to me however you want, no really, But I thought we were friends I guess what I said offended your more degree ridden sensibilities Never knew you were so thin skinned.
Just know that my education goes beyond a classroom or piece of paper I learned a lot, today, about you How you really feel and how you really see me, no for who I am But for where I went to school
Maybe one day I will have a PHD behind my name as well You make me not want it Because then maybe I would end up just like you Backstabbing *%#$@. © 2010 Budd BlackReviews
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