it’s tough i know

under rented roof

i write these poems

poems for those

who rent roofs

and eat little

and have little

so that they

might write

or paint

or just stay sane

and sometimes

it’s really hard

when the rent is late

& the bills are late too

some part of you feels guilty

you want to be a good citizen

you want to please them

but you want this more

& when your typewriter

is going and it sounds like

an alley on the fourth of july

or a gatling gun in some terrible fight

you know it’s all worth it and that

it always will be.

Posted 3 months ago with 17 notes
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