Laying Down The Law

today I think I realized something

for the very first time,

yeah, I think I finally got it,

and what was that you ask?

well okay, it’s just that

shit doesn't happen by itself,

I mean take this

writing stuff for example,

I fool myself by sitting back,

waiting for words to

magically appear and

royalty checks to

start pouring in,

and oh sure,

eventually some cute

little anecdotes manage to crawl

their way out of whatever

little crack or crevice

they were hiding in,

but all-in-all,

it isn't enough to fill

a good crap house periodical;

no, not nearly enough and today

it dawned on me,

you got to go searching

for those little fuckers,

hunt them down like the little

scum sucking dogs that they are,

and if they give you any shit

you just gotta say ‘Fuck You’,

get your ass out of whatever whiskey bottle

or Freudian childhood disappointment

you've chosen to crawl up and hide in,

and get down on the page,

the jigs up you little mother fuckers,

no more free ride for you;

this time I mean it.

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