I got a cheque yesterday
It came in the mail.
Wages from a clutch of books,
That have painfully earned out their small advances.
I banked the cheque (paid bank fees)
Paid out one fifth in wages.
Paid the Aurora bill
and paid my tax.
The pitiful remains might buy
us groceries for a week.
That's if we don't eat much.
Wanna write for a living?
Nah. You'd have rocks in your head.
I wouldn't give up my day job... if I ever had one.
*grins* i write, because i love to...not to be rich (although i wouldn't turn down the $$ if it were offered...i'm not that dumb! HA)...it *would* be nice to extra $$, this livin' paycheck to paycheck is the shits! SORry! it's the truth...like this poem...it's honest,heartfelt, and you don't hold nothing back! BRAVO!! blunt is a good word...but in a great way. you don't pull no punches, do you? :) thanks for sharing. (((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2003
LOL I sorry but money is like water betweeen fingers to you too huhLOLL
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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