find something you truly love
and you may never earn
any money at all.
where the guys in the local
band thought ‘Give Up Your
Dreams’ was a marketing
trick, your dad reckons it’s
the smartest move to make.
dreams are free – which means
they earn you nothing, may
cost the world, won’t offer
the right stuff in return.
you learn that on the job,
doing the hard slog, an honest
living gives the right
to your opinion. everyone’s
entitled – if they just pay their
taxes just like anyone else,
just like everyone should. And
the bozos and boozers and yobbos
and hobos just didn’t
kick on, didn’t try hard enough, did
not take the opportunities that
come to everyone – they missed
their window, and not because it
was leaking, black mold
shadow-dripping through their
lungs, and hey, they missed
a rung on the ladder, and not
because it was being
dragged up at a hectic pace, with a
broken step – strategically placed,
they missed
a trick. Remember – it
was meant to trickle on down.
Stupid clowns were
busy huffing on their
dreams, breathing in something
beyond the day-job
scheme, hoping for some way
to convey a deeper truth. which
is really an idea above
their station, and the
train keeps a-rollin‘
and they’ll never
be on it.
because they just
can’t own it.
Poem: Theme For A Broken Soul
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