I go through fits,
periods where I
hate everything written on
this infernal
screen.
Other times I see it and
I think,
"Why,
I do believe the old boy
might have said a thing
or two."
Here recently
I simply feel like a whining
poor excuse for
a very poor man's
Bukowski.
Ripping off the old man
in style and
subject matter.
Well there you have it,
an update for the Facebook generation.
At this time:
I have two jobs that often amount to
16 hour days,
a final semester of online schooling,
and a ten dollar per day
organic juice habit.
Lightly peppered with:
Once per week Russian tutoring,
trying to spend more time with my family,
hitting the gym regularly and
singing for a buck or two.
All in all
I couldn't be
happier.
I'll remember this one
fondly.
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