Poem: Burning Out
The rock-star economy is out of gigs, it’s the way it has to be. That’s how things level out, unfortunately.
I never wrote my will – probably because I lost it years ago. I haven’t been paying attention, seems like yet another tax.
She says, “he’s broken you know, broken spirit, lost hope, struggling”. Like all of us I had to suppose?
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