Entry Level

October 10th, 2013

Filed under: Poems

Spend dozens of thousands, get your degree.
Blanket the world in apps, calmly kick back.
Refresh your tabs nervously. Don’t let up.
Opportunity is always knocking.

Then, stop. Resist your urge to bombard them.
Reach to the sides, the past. Reach, find patrons.
You know them; you meet them, ev’ry day, too.
Opportunity is always knocking.

Then…realize your true predicament.
There’s much to see, much to write, much to make.
Recall how long your world takes to spin once.
Opportunity is always knocking.

Then – only then – reek the Entry Levels.
Festering, putrid, welcoming and fresh.
In colossal numbers they request your skill.
Opportunity is always knocking.

You can fight them. You can stun them, maim them.
But when you’re spent you must still humor them.
Alas, they reject you, others close behind.
Opportunity is always knocking.

Then you reach out for them, patrons be damned,
Be it fear, panic, or will guiding you.
You miss one? You pursue the next with haste.
Opportunity is always knocking.