One and twenty thousand on my Chevy Cavalier
Jordan-bald tires and a muffler down ta here.
Rollin, I try, with my Detroit Lean
Showin the kids I’m still kinda mean.

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Leaves of Paper: Poems and Stories About Teaching

Bling Bling in the T-Lounge

 

One and twenty thousand on my Chevy Cavalier

Jordan-bald tires and a muffler down ta here.

Rollin, I try, with my Detroit Lean

Showin the kids I’m still kinda mean.

Used to carry cash, much more than was sane;

Now my cash and carry car’s barely cruising down Main.

I had a bumpin system with twelves in the trunk

Now one speaker works on this Delco piece of junk.

I can read and write and add this up:

Bling Bling in the T-Lounge is a half empty cup.

 

Bought a house I could barely even afford

Now I fix all its problems whenever I get bored

Which ain’t too often with grammar quagmires to grade

But reading papers is just one trait of my trade.

Days off in summer to get another job

Or work on keeping mine from the angry mob,

But most of all some time off to rest

And make sure I’m not losing too much from my chest.

We talk of our time lost as if it’s a boast

Bling Bling in the T-Lounge is who can give the most.

 

Don’t get me wrong, I love my T-job—

Just know who’s house you’re not gonna rob

When you’re disgruntled and have no employment

Because of your academic under-enjoyment.

You took with you all we had to give—

Some of us left with just enough to live.

You left school claiming to know all you needed,

Dissin all of us who begged and pleaded.

No, we weren’t born with some second sight

But Bling Bling in the T-lounge is knowing we are right.