my green job

I am a man who works.
I am a man that has a job.
I am a man that has a green job.

Most have a green job,
But my green job is a bit different.
My green job is a different tone of green.
My tone of green is lighter.

My job produces green,
But not as much green as most jobs.
Therefore the green is lighter.
Nonetheless green is green.

My job recquires no genius,
Nor does it recquire a rocket scientist.
It recquires the average joe.

My boss is demanding,
But I figure the man in the bigger britches
is tauntung him to do so.
Therefore I work more.

I work till I sweat and till I tire,
But the hard earned lighter green is worth it.

Friends of mine also work and they also earn green.
Their green is of the lighter tone of green also,
but they make more than I do.
Their work is in fact still manual labor,
but less tedious than that of my job.
To that I am jealous.
To be jealous is human though.

Complaining is naught...


I am fortunate.

what to DO

I failed a class.

It was Digital photography no less.

One would ask "how did you fail?"

Simply I would reply "My teacher has it out for me"

I give suspicion to this statement

because the fact of the matter is that I turned in 70% of my work

yet I still got an "F" .

Should not I have gotten a proper grade like a C perhaps?

But no my teacher montrously dictates an F for me.

Why?

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He has it out for me.