We're all kind of
fiddling for a comment, right?
The moment
when passers-by say,
"Hey, nice note,"
and hand us a dime.
Look,
I'm sick of this shit.
We've been playing
the same fucking rhymes
and even those close to me
can't decipher
the maddening lines.
Maybe I'll hang up the pen
and when I feel
like crying again,
I'll forego the write
in lieu of more privatized
groans.
Let me shine
alone.