I have continued writing…

ever since I began writing
decades ago
I have been confronted with
whisperers and gossips
who have proclaimed
daily
weekly
yearly
that
I can’t write anymore
that
I have slipped.

when I first began
there was some complaint about
the content of my
writings:
“who cares about the life of a
drunken bum?”
“is that all he can write about,
whores and puking?”

and now
their complaints are:
“who cares about the life of a
rich
drunken bum?”
“he doesn’t write about whores
and puking
anymore…”

the Academics have considered me
too raw
and I haven’t consorted with the
non-Academics.

the few people I know have nothing to do
with typewriters.

there is much envy-hatred of me
from other writers
and I consider this
one of my finest
accomplishments.

when I first began in this
game
I predicted that this
very thing would
occur.

let them rail against
me:   if it weren’t me,
it would be
another.

and worse, these
gossips and complainers,
what have they
written?

they
can’t even
slip.

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