Saturday, January 21, 2017

A Rant in a Jazz Riff

            I am an artist. There, outed and pouted I am.
            It would be wonderful to make a living as an artist type in word or sound or both. Neither is terribly likely. Oh woe and waaa to me.
            Famous I’ll never be.
            But an artist is all I can be.
            All self-absorbed misery is worth it to me.

Yours in riffing free notes,

Count Robot

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