On The Wall

frisking

Battles lost and battles won;

We’ll be bones before we’re done.

Two men shouted, “Get yourself a gun!”

Then turned and shot each other for fun.

 

No one said, “Life is easy.”

Except for me,

Right now.

 

No one said, “Let’s be sleazy.”

Well, maybe someone,

Who reads out loud.

 

Whenever you think you got it all

Figured out. “I’m on the ball!”

Your masterpiece seems a childish scrawl,

When you see what’s painted on the wall.

Published by Kurt Gailey

The latest update is that I've written seven novels, twenty screenplays, four self-help books, and one children's early reader, but only published half of them. So the question is: how can we speed up the literary machine?

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