At
age 73, it’s too late for me to make money or
earn
my way writing poetry. That’s why I submit
my
works on line for free to my Facebook friends.
At
no cost other than the time it takes to read,
they
can pick and choose what they like with
no
monetary commitment incurred, or ignore
that
which I have posted all together.
Makes
no never mind to me, free is free, an
offering
to them from me. Vincent made no
money
from his art when he was alive. The
same
applied to Emily and her poetry.
I
have one up on them, I must say, worthy or not,
I
can write every day without fear of starving. Mox
nix
to me, my dear creative genius predecessors,
I
am the benefactor recipient of Social Security.
I
am being paid monthly for all the crap nonsense
labor
I performed over years previously, work which
landed
me nowhere but here, considered below the
poverty
level of income, but nonetheless socially
secure.
So,
you see I can spend my retirement years and my
old
age energy writing poetry which I toss liberally
into
cyberspace each day as either food for thought
or
slop in buckets pitched out to feed the sows and
hogs.
Best
of all, for you dear readers and abstainers alike,
it’s
free from charge, and you get to pick and choose.
You’re
welcome.
-30-
Chris
Hanch 7-13-2020
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