those cow-orkers bugrify and transmogrify me with their agility at outdumbing me
and me being the one who is in this plight cuzza my priorlife reluctatnce to
realize booze was bad for me
to realize i needed help to learn(like a river needs levies or it spioils over and loses her monumentum)
to realize that in teh human helping professions my workaholism and over dependencyism would become fullborefulsom
to realize that if i wanted (back then, i'm trhu with that contusion now)
that if i wanted to be a ravenous artiste i would need to
GET MY STUFF OUT THERE AND NETWERKE
so today i grieve all that
same time as non-incidental that i gratitude for my somber rioty
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