As I sit here preparing to write the final, massive piece that will round out my little series on the sex work issue, covering my response to the SF Gate series, the questionable response on the part of some of the Korean community, as well as my final thoughts on the issue, I find my mind distracted. Wandering. Floating.
And in the spirit of the Marmot's Hole's recent fascination with and generation of traditional Sijo poems, I'll offer my own up here.
Without a real job but refusing to sell my mouth for cash
I click on the keyboard and wonder about different life paths.
Maybe ninja or I-banker with stock? No, to kill is wrong.
It's my first. Does it work? Anyway, I've been thinking about what many 30-something boys-at-heart think about from their formative years – ninjas.
To the extent that was funny, the one below is just cool.
I should have just gone to Ninja School™.
Dang.
