poetry by j matthew waters

it’s never too late

it’s early
it’s only twenty twenty-one
and we’re just getting started

some say
they know exactly what’s going on
selling their shit
for a buck ninety-nine

rich & famous
or infamous and rich
or simply rich & unknown
[wouldn’t that be the way to go]

if only it were possible
to constantly remain poor
privy to granular details
and praying to the lord
fully aware what happens here
will never go away

some say
they don’t know jack anymore
dumping their shit
to any open bid
saying to themselves
it’s never too late
to lighten your load

january two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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