When you're
a Poet
struggling to survive
sometimes you
have to take
drastic measures
to get by.
So I've been
living on
Beer and Peanut Butter.
It's not as bad
as you think.
It's really
quite nourishing,
actually gives
you a buzz.
But we do
what we must
to perpetuate
our Art
even if it
sounds strange
to others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem