Plan 8 Poem by Paul Perkins
Plan 8
Plan 8 - 1989
Lay low,
save money,
go home to mother-
she still loves me;
throw myself on the mercy of god and family,
do better,
do more;
sing for dinner,
beg for help,
eat crow,
eat what ever i can-
start over,
start living,
breath easier,
stop dreaming,
start dreaming,
give myself a rest,
give myself a break,
a taco,
an ice cream-
after all,
life may love me this time.
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