My Life now in 74 words

I see me, I can only function with structure,
being shot at in the army, homeless, now fuckless,
structure and being a work horse, you get distracted
and it all comes to that repetition in your mind and
constant repetition in your acts that it all comes back.
Will I make it as a writer? Fuck, lets give it a go,
with no money flow.
This is my life….now.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

8 comments

  1. Charly, I love this. I love it because twenty years ago I would have written the same. I never found the crock of gold, mate, just the crock. But I found contentment, and in the end, that’s all anyone can ask (that and the fucks, of course)! Success isn’t all its cracked up to be, that’s for sure.

    1. Hi Frederick, glad you liked it and is also reasurring that you can relate to it. And you are absolutely true, at the end findind contentment it´s all anyone can ask for. Appreciate very much your comment.

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