dreaming about the dream job

we used

to dream about getting a government

job,

back in the old

neighborhood

where everyone's father

either drove

a bread truck

or was a plumber, or

did road work.

dang, we'd say, sitting

on the front stoop

bouncing a ball.

how sweet would that be,

a desk, a water cooler.

free coffee,

and chicks all around.

and the best thing is

you hardly have to work,

no need to know

anything, you just wing it.

you can let phone ring

all day

and they can't fire you.

in twenty-five years

you get your full salary,

health benefits.

four weeks vacation,

and off on holidays, paid.

we're qualified now,

if only we weren't fourteen.

so i guess

we'll have to wait.