I sit alone, lonely, writer, we are meat for a gator, can't hold a real job
Humor

I sit alone Broken Hearted

I sit alone

Broken Hearted

went to write

never started.

not so easy

writing stuff.

holding

steady

jobs is

mighty tough.

make a decent

living if you can

masquerade

as

authors

in freedom land.

buy

your

soup

crumble

crackers.

join me later

when it matters.

when

now is

then,

when all

came later,

human

meat

and

Wally Gator.

 

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