Fuck Up

I graduated from college.
My father told me “Get a job”
I stood in front of a mirror,
My hair cut, polyester suit
and tie. ..almost lost my mind
on the spot.
After that, never did
anything right, according to
the master plan.
Became a plumber,
wrote poetry, drank,
built meditation centers,
more comfortable on the
fringe of society,
where things fall apart.
Now I feel great, superb,
for no apparent reason
other than unavoidable,
chance occurrence
having trusted my heart.