Long ago, I saw myself becoming somewhat like my dad:
A white-collar guy, a suburban professional, architect,
Probably, maybe a tweedy professor of something.
My field wasn't clear, yet, honestly, I briefly became
Those things, a cubicle dweller assembling reports,
And, later, bearded, I taught economics, but none
Of my jobs ever really defined me. Stay-at-home dad,
I was that for a while, but what I was mostly, all that
I remain, is one of those lunatic desperadoes who
Feels a compulsion to write.