Confessions of an Optimistic Pessimist

You fuck your boss.

You fuck a professor–Not YOUR professor but A professor–

And they like you

Because youre mature enough

To get their references

And laugh at their jokes

And enjoy similar hobbies

But ultimately

Youre, what, early 20s?And theyre in their mid-late 30s,

Maybe early 40s?

You think you can out smart em

But you cant.

You dont think youre naive,

But you are.

They like how you make em feel young

But they wanna settle down.

And theres this little, hopeful, almost

School girl part of your brain

That gives them the benefit of the doubt:

“Maybe they dont want you to

Sacrifice your youth With a bunch of ankle biters

Running around and making a

Mess of the damn house.”

Maybe theyre kind and heroic in a sorta way

But unfortunately

not enough to give you an apology

Or a goodbye.