digging through the
trash, chicago, late
90’s
i was 23 and sure i
was going to be great
one day
fast forward a few
decades and a couple
lifetimes have passed
me by
greatness is as
subjective as it
needs to be for
the sake of the
ego
i’ve never had anyone
offer me a blowjob
because of a poem
a voice in my head
snickers
picks up a pen and
thinks he’s got what
it takes