I spend my days
Quietly polishing the routine
Of retirement
Until it gleams
To digital perfection
A virtual virtuoso
With more cause
Than ability
Chasing virality
Over the Moon
I won't have a star
Tattooed on the sidewalk in LA
Like Prince and Eddie
Or an Emmy
Hanging on the wall
Next to my two prized degrees
But the pure joy
Of foraging the universe
Of words;
The euphoria of finding
the only noun that matters
Among an infinite many
Is the savage thrill
That keeps me typing
And clicking
And sharing
And chasing
The elusive star
Of my Wilde thespian dreams
AYO
~P
Feb 12, 2022
Feb 12, 2022 at 11:05 PM UTC
I spend my days
Quietly polishing the routine
Of retirement
Until it gleams
To digital perfection
A virtual virtuoso
With more cause
Than ability
Chasing virality
Over the Moon
I won't have a star
Tattooed on the sidewalk in LA
Like Prince and Eddie
Or an Emmy
Hanging on the wall
Next to my two prized degrees
But the pure joy
Of foraging the universe
Of words;
The euphoria of finding
the only noun that matters
Among an infinite many
Is the savage thrill
That keeps me typing
And clicking
And sharing
And chasing
The elusive star
Of my Wilde thespian dreams
AYO
~P
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