So you’ve written a fifth book, so what, fuck you
Who gives a shit?
Ten years of your life shared
Your soul bared
You needn’t have bothered
We’re not going to buy it
Did you really think after the first four flopped
That this was the one to rise to the top
I mean it’s not like you need the money or anything
Not working while you try to create art
Chasing your dreams while your life fell apart
You can live on jeers and sneers can’t you?
When you climbed naked through the spring flower
hills
Weren’t rejection letters paying the bills?
Otters swim at dawn with us
After a cold sleepless night on the bus
Leaving behind Kasane
Zambia beckoning through a lens of red mist
An unknown land to charm me
Want to crush the King of New Beginnings?
You and whose army?
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