Accidentally on Purpose (Part 3)

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Choice #7

I had a
burning desire to be,

A fireman with little concern for fame,

But I would have chances to control,

The roaring
fires and dancing flames,

excitement of saving property and lives,

sirens down the street,

I didn’t think
I’d need anything more,

To make my
life complete,

The daily
routines of clean and polish,

Continued practice
of life saving skills,

Nerves on
edge waiting for calls,

Cool and
calm between the drills,

A gruff
lieutenant got on my case,

He wanted my
learning faster to be,

But I had a
sensitive side,

And I didn’t
like him barking at me,

I flamed out
and lost my cool,

I wasn’t
going to be anybody’s fool,

A jack of
all trades, a master of none,

I hadn’t
settled down, I was still having fun,

Choice #8

I was still
thinking music,

And learning
piano and guitar,

I had messages
of love to give,

I hadn’t
thought about being a star,

Yet the
stage was pulling me,

I could be
an actor strutting about,

But my
acting was soon questioned,

And my
stuttering left no doubt,

As an actor
I didn’t get far,

I was just
another example,

Of a brief
shooting star,

Choice #9

I was a
guest on a radio show,

For newspapers
I was a hit,

Perhaps I
could be a newsman,

My career—I had
finally found it,

I covered
fires and crimes,

stories were very easy,

But one
thing bothered me a lot,

made me queasy,

In smoke
filled rooms an hour to write,

I rushed to
get my stories in,

But wait!
When a new story was breaking,

My stories
were shoved aside again!

When my
articles were completely done,

I would
proudly hand them in,

An editor
would slice them up,

No point
arguing, I knew I’d never win,

When I had a
better understanding,

Of what I needed
to do,

My articles
were allowed to run,

And I had a
byline too,

But like all
good things,

This finally
came to an end,

The local
newspaper folded,

And I lost
my editor friend,

This career
path I enjoyed,

But now I
was unemployed,

Choice #10

hands and kissing babies,

I never knew
what would ensue,

I wanted to
tell voters what they wanted to hear,

Instead of
saying what was true,

When I
thought I wanted to be a politician,

I forgot my
problem with lies,

I just
couldn’t keep a straight face,

The truth
was there in my eyes,

PAC’s, voter
blocs, all wanted an exclusive promise,

That I’d
vote for their particular sin,

They wanted
a promise that I’d love them forever,

campaign funds would start trickling in,

People everywhere
think there’s no use,

When politicians
don’t even seem to try,

But if
politicians tell the truth they’ll have no excuse,

It’s much easier
to defend a lie,

I missed my
chance for office and fame,

I was told I
should play the game,

But I’d
rather be poor and unknown,

And still be
proud of my name,

(To be

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