I’m not mad
But a wet towel is a worthless towel
Until again it dries.
I can’t use my degrees for anything
and I never was a materialist
but I assumed because I had these towels
With my name on them
That I could act like the Bounty brand paper product spokes model
That I could act like a pirate waving a WARNING flag
But a wet towel is a worthless towel
Until again it dries.
Wet towels are a hindrance called
Over qualification
in a bad economy
No one wants to pay me so you can
Take this badge off me
and shine your shoes with it sparkling
maybe cool your brow for now
and hopefully if the day returns
When scribblers are worth a mint
When was that, ever, 1515 A.D.?
I am not too old
to make a billion dollars
Turning hieroglyphs into sentences
until then I dirty my
Freshly toweled hands
Daily as I am reminded that
I should have studied pharmacy
alchemy
wizardry
anything
other than
writing.
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