moderation is the key to the mundane

if i start on this, lord knows i couldn't stop
the poet in me wouldn't ever let me be happy
funny how poets usually starve
they can't make rent
'cuz words don't get you through anymore
making a living requires suit and tie these days
we killed our own creativity


i can't go for long on these legs i have
they'll carry this heart 'til they break
not gonna tear you down this time. no, i've got a better head
at least for this entry; the next one and you're dead.
money makes the world turn, kinda like that soap
but whatever happened to actions and phrases?


yours in misbehaving,