Thursday, May 16, 2013

Why I Write, Part x+201: The Price of Admission

I have known hunger without suffering.
I have known indulgence without satisfaction.
I have known ease without leisure.
I have known price without purchase;
That's just the price of admission.
Nothing worth having can be bought.
Nobody worth having can be bought.
No body worth having can be bought.

I am convinced that life's VIP is for poets,
Because the dress code drives people away.
You can't get in wearing your sanity.

Mine was always tight across the shoulders.

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