If you want to thrive on this spinning rock,
You best be working 'round the clock.
Inflation rates are off the charts-
Can't scrape by working in the arts...
No wonder my nerves are in shock.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Very true...
The ever so (sadly) true.. "c.r.e.a.m".. cash rules everything around me
Unfortunate but super true.