eyes burning, itching
 allergies taking over
 lost words from far back
 
 yet, i’m so happy
 house tucked into dream pocket
 i could let this go
 
 this and my students
 who deserve America
 (this dream we all have)
 
 and i’ll fight for them
 and she’ll praise him, she’ll praise him
 (but he wouldn’t fight)
 
 and we all know it–
 how deep my love grows. hard ass?
 abso-fuck-lutely
 
 hard ass, heart of gold.
 that you can’t forget. you can’t.
 and why now, why now?
 
 cause it’s easy now?
 cause you have a house, a home?
 cause we’re good enough?
 
 cause we were good then,
 as golden as these lost days.
 i’ll keep my days. thanks.