By Richard Homer
Lost poet, who are you? writing poems, ideas that are skewed thinking,,that what we do, in some way, is clever and new, sorry to say, this is just not true look around, there are quite a few everywhere and they’re doing it too and honestly sitting here, in my view doing it much better than me or you you see, there really are so very few blessed to do it for the revenue doing it thinking bout getting paid to the pen and paper become a slave All of life is eaten up juggling words to a pleasing construct till relationships are outa luck and family becomes unstuck then life has passed, and it sucks It’s gone as fast as “plucked”.. feathers from a slaughtered duck! Ahh shucks…… Now what the fuck, were you thinking, wasted life on poems and singing thought you were driven money was tight, never made a living, hoped your “talent “ would be ohh so much more giving But no, oh so short on sight, never made a life Taken for granted, a fed up wife didn’t take long to realize “her” strife started with bickering,, then full blown fights…. She asked you to get a job, you took it as spite what dyou think I do all day?? This is My job …..”I write” Yeah, but thats not really true…. writing all day?, yeah sure you do… still not been paid though have you!! so much time just sat on the loo typing on your phone just to construe a verse about a lost love you once knew You ignored the wife, the love that’s true till finally…….. she left you
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