Egotistical Payday

Benjamin Jenkins, poem, poems, poetry, writing

You’re a writer

If you can put down the pen

Then pick it back up.

 

Is this art?

Or self-mutilation?

More like endless process.

 

You need experience for work.

You need work for experience.

It makes my spine hurt.

 

They told me to go to university

Or I will end up flipping burgers.

Now, burger flipping requires:

 

Five years working experience,

Bilingual skills,

The completion of an unpaid internship.

 

We treat money like a human right,

Priced by hours in your life.

I’m a professional fine-dining measure for poison.

 

If sipping coffee, staining ink into bleached page was a paid gig.

I could don a powdered wig

And light cigarettes with burning Benjamin Franklins.

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