you can be effing anything

poetry

you can be anything you want to be
except happy. if you’re okay with fame
and power and prestige and did i mention
money?

sell your soul, but really it’s not necessary
the price is much much less than that because
i know you’ll settle

you can be anything you want to be
but don’t count on loving what you do.

few, if any, get that.

—

“What are you up to these days? It’s been forever?”

“Living the dream!”

“Oh great! What does that mean though?”

“I’m a used car salesman.”

“…”

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