My son, on the cusp of manhood,
comes to me for advice
and asks
what he should do with his life.
I\'ve been waiting for this moment
for longer than I have been a father,
rehearsed the wisdom I would impart,
and send not a boy
but a man on a path
of virtue and philosophy.
And I choke
because all I can advise
is that it sucks to work an office 9 to 5
where you spend your time writing poetry on the toilet
and in the cubicle next to you,
a man farts
and cries.