Poem: Here Is Your Free 30 Day Trial

Here is your four weeks off:

Now go write that fucking book you’re always on about.

Your kid could have painted that abstract masterpiece so now, with your guidance, is the chance. Fill the museums of your mind.

All of those house concerts aren’t going anywhere but they’ll clog the ether forever.

Sing! Sing! And not just in the shower – sing all day long an…