Catch-22
When I was
young they
told me
I wasn’t
good enough
for their
grants &
awards &
later they
told me
I’m good
enough but
too old.
Catch-22
is when they
stick a
broom up
your ass &
wish you luck.
When I was
young they
told me
I wasn’t
good enough
for their
grants &
awards &
later they
told me
I’m good
enough but
too old.
Catch-22
is when they
stick a
broom up
your ass &
wish you luck.
Filed under poems & short jabs