Poem #2,731 | An amass of un-packed stuff
An amass of un-packed stuff
to make easy money is what
I am now [I am be-sieged by
buyings of papers & printing
& biodegradable packagings
as a later life re-set to relieve
my efforts some-how] – that
continued crawl towards my
calling of less selling time by
a shout of shorter dead-lines
[this will evanish is my hope]
& I’ve had enough of being a
whipping boy for virtual arts
of cash at this one man desk
[where my life fades – alone]