I could have been a poet,
instead
I became a dad;
I could have been a rock star,
instead
I became a nuclear operator;
I still like the strangeness
though.
When you’re a dad,
you don’t have the time
for deep reflection
or avant-garde things,
you don’t have the balls
to take chances
or stray too far
from the beaten path,
same could be said
of a nuclear operator;
I guess I’m doubly
f****d.
.
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