Hello dear readers
The world is shaky at best right now. This morning I was informed our hours would be cut at work. As someone barely making it check to check, this is something I can not survive. And I’m not the only one struggling.
I don’t know what I am going to do to make it. So I had an idea.
I write a lot of poetry. A lot. And I need money. Maybe we can come to an arrangement. Shoot me an email and we can talk about it. Personalized poetry from the Manic Fool himself.
email@example.com for details.
I have no idea about this, but it’s how the old poets got themselves high and drunk over the ages. Just trying to pay bills.
We will survive this. Somehow, some way. World Domination is still the goal. From my couch or an old refrigerator box in an alley. It will happen.
Hugs and sloppy wet kisses