You know what I hate?
You know what really burns my bunions
– but in a bad way?

It’s when someone takes my idea
– just takes it
and creates with it
making a song or painting or poem or dance
and lets it out into the world
and makes a million jillion dollars from it
and when interviewed
gives me credit for the inspiration
and tells everyone to go to my website
or my shows
or read my books
– if they can find them
and after that I check the hits in my website
or my numbers on eBay
(where you can find my past publications
at low
low prices)
and there’s no traction.
Nobody cares for my work.
Nobody cares what I did.

I’m like Bob Dylan
– if I were the voice of my generation
or known by more than just family and friends
or was really any good.
People like me in theory
but don’t care about the reality.

This is my cross to bear.
This is my bunion to burn.