True Professional

by flammeusgladius

A True Professional



She’s practicing her high profession.

She’s demonstrating high ideals.

She will grant nature no concession.

Thought is a wound she daily heals.

For everything is as she learned it.

The gift of freedom?  She’s returned it.

Everything fits her labored mold.

On that view, anyhow, she’s sold—

And you and you and you, whose faces

Betray a fear of molds like hers:

She’ll sell you, too, you little curs!

She’ll peddle all your inner spaces!

A fortune in this way accrues.

She will not spend it, though, on booze.



–Tom Riley