In the First Place
Who would have thought I’d become famous
so late in life—and for my poetry no less.
It’s quite exciting, but at the same time
it doesn’t have as much meaning as it would
have If I’d become famous when I was a young man
and could easily do it four or five times per day,
drink a good deal of liquor without getting sick,
and still had a desire to travel the world.
“Well. . . better late than never!” a good friend said
to me, “when you consider there are millions of poets
who never get any attention at all, many of whom
commit suicide because they feel that what they have
to offer is completely ignored.”
Hearing this, I did admit that I appreciated finally
getting paid for what I do best, because up until I was
discovered I’d only made around 40 dollars in 50 plus
years of writing the stuff. . . but then, I never wrote
to make a lot of money in the first place. . .
Horror Sleaze Trash 