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a poem by Cassandra Dallett (1 of 3)
When I Grow Up
I wiped shitty asses for a living
scraped dirty plates
even tried to jack men off
over the phone.
I stood in line at the welfare office.
Spent food stamps and made it last.
Went back to school every other year
and still, I don't know
what I want to be when I grow up.
When I was a teenager
I told people I was going to be a bag lady.
I tried, by process of elimination
me, the only thing eliminated.
A felon with bad credit, a lousy education,
and shit for job skills
I need a rich husband,
or at least a good con.
The world doesn't need
another angry young lady
who thinks she can write
Notes of a Dirty Old Man.
scraped dirty plates
even tried to jack men off
over the phone.
I stood in line at the welfare office.
Spent food stamps and made it last.
Went back to school every other year
and still, I don't know
what I want to be when I grow up.
When I was a teenager
I told people I was going to be a bag lady.
I tried, by process of elimination
me, the only thing eliminated.
A felon with bad credit, a lousy education,
and shit for job skills
I need a rich husband,
or at least a good con.
The world doesn't need
another angry young lady
who thinks she can write
Notes of a Dirty Old Man.