What art gave me:
Debt.
Unemployment.
Isolation.
Regret.
Girlfriends in various states.
Homes abandoned.
Sunshine but no snow.
Drugs.
Running from my shadow.
Rivers of flooding,
    Friends out on their own.

If I shall continue this route,
There will be death and taxes.
Promises kept but never given,
Unread poetry, unread novelties,
Songs for the boatman.

Maybe someday you’ll hear my name.

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