Struggling should not be this enjoyable.
There’s a leaky ceiling above my head.
My belly has just enough food in it to keep
Starvation at bay–at least for the next
Few days. My prized possession is my laptop;
It isn’t powerful enough to play Skyrim
On, but when it comes to writing,
It gets the job done. I have few friends;
They are of the quality kind.
They believe beer for my company
And food for poetry are fair trades.
A. J. Hayes
Give a poet a pen