strings of filth

I‘ll keep reading, smoking, writing

Until fired, in jail, or dead 

And I will not run

I will not hide

From tenure, kids or suicide

I will not have my mind massaged

By citizens and coins

I frank my letters all the same

my worthless strings of filth

I am the change I want to see

And yet I never change

these troubled years

my labyrinth

they told me I could smoke