i am a professional and I Will act like it
i ignore dangling carrots and spend my evening chasing rainbows
i have a desk so neat you could eat your bytes off it
i nod to old woman
i spent years of study to argue the merits of colours that match
but i am a professional
i balance, I multi-task, i wear wonderbras
i ignore my children and write guilt poems
i am a professional
i will be like those actors who start strong as teenagers and then disappear for decades
i will reappear triumphantly in my forties looking older but empowered
and get in everyones face, every channel, every ad, have cameos in every hot series
i am a professional
i work hard and sleep like a baby on calpol
i wonder who stole the hours
a thief who looks like the childcatcher
with a candy-stripped cage holding every wasted, unused, thoughtless, unappreciated hour
who releases them in a cave
where they lie, broken and muddy
