so many goddamned musicians in this town.
Leaving amps in the back seats
of their hondas just to prove it.
i see you sitting with your pretty girlfriend
at my favorite bar -
getting perfect ideas for your
next shitty song.
and writers, you're here, too.
what the hell? you're everywhere.
carrying your moleskines because
every single moment can be poetry.
writing about the sunset
crooning to the moon
finger banging the adjectives.
both of you,
grow the fuck up and
be accountants.
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