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.