the rich fiction
writer
the rich fiction writer
has written another novel
it’s been six years since his last one
oddly enough the world has managed to spin on
the rich fiction writer
writes careful, boring prose
he writes like he has decades
in order to finish a sentence
reading one of his books
is as exciting as walking down the street
to fetch the sunday newspaper
there’s no rock and roll in his words
but the rich fiction writer
doesn’t need rock and roll
he’s won both the pen/faulkner award and the pulitzer
and one time he spit on a crtic
to some, he is rock and roll
it doesn’t matter to him
that a guy like me has to read his books
with a bottle of pepto and a garbage can by his side
i’m not his target demographic
yet the rich fiction writer
sits on my coffee table
peering at me through steel blue eyes
and a denim work shirt
i struggle with him as i would
a tough morning shit
ready to cry out mercy at the end of each page
only i can’t think of anything better to read
on another hot and muggy july night.
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