Huh???????plus bonus piece, so you wanna be a popstar?

D. David Croot has been writing on and off (pretty much continually) for nineteen hundred years. He is no preternatural creature, no real special abilities or heightened desires to speak of, but he’s put in his four-trillion hours and it’s all for you my sweaty precious and sublimely beautiful creatures.

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Huh?

How do you drift into a thing

like teaching

or bin men

or retail work?

At six you wanna be a astronaut

At sixty you are a retired astronaut?

Upon you palm

Your life-line is straight

Is it destiny or is it fate

I’m pretty sure it’s the sadness

in the glory of a bonfire

The misuse of give and take

keeping the ragged line

of the juicy snake

From pushing too far

traversing where nobodies been

hop, scotch, skipping over the rope

Waggling the lucid viper all the while

Dangling the joke