Jobs are awful

You have a place to call your own

and before you know it

you have stuff

stuff that you don’t want to get rid of

You start saving

which leads to worry

worry about the future

Then,

the only thrill in life

becomes another paycheck.

If you can, stay out of it

if not,

live in poverty

That’s my advice

if you want to write good.

I’m too deep into it now

to get out

My stuff needs to be

pried off my skin with a

knife