poem: retribution

(113 words) 12 Sept 2018

by Steven R.A. Markin

 

i don’t mind the rain,
and not having heat to stay warm.
or the restless nights
and the early mornings that follow.
i don’t mind being alone
in my room,
or in the library,
or in my backyard,
working endlessly on a computer
making nearly nothing in return.
a head overwhelmed with ideas
too far back,
and never fast enough.
without a division of labour,
just me
and i’m used to it.

this isn’t about motivation,
or driven to succeed,
or making money,
fuck money,
this is about me.
retribution.
you misused my name,
and you will know that you did.

i am still a nice guy
and i am gone for good.

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