Without the scars of a life lived, our idealism is often weak and vacant of any real substance
Without the scars of a life lived, the idealism of youth is often weak and vacant of any real substance
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People go to college to learn poetry?
What the fuck!
Line and sinker
What a stinker
Astute, ambitious, romantic little thinker
You’ve been caught in the game without knowing the rules
They take you for fools
Bright fools filling bar stools
You can’t write a line that is worth a damn without first committing a crime
For a dime
On the street where no one gets paid
for the ambition of love
If only to get laid
by critics, without as much as a morsel
of a genuine clue of what it takes to be adored, so,
put your pen down and go live a life
Then come back and write something that might
cause someone to laugh, punch you in the face or cry
because anything else is all but contrived,
Originally published by Larry G. Maguire The Creative Cafe 11th Aug 2019
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