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.”

“…”