Not Poem.

Everyone is either

a writer or
a musician or
owns a cafe or
has a baby or
is buying a house or
is looking to further their career or
has just opened a bar or
is djing this weekend
or is friends with your friend
or has just hooked up or
has eaten at that place
isn't it AMAZING or
has just been published
or wook at the widdle pooochie
or has just returned
from Thailand
or France
or The States
or The Tour was great
or "we knew it was fate
as soon as we looked in each other's eyes"
or have just bought a car
or a brand new guitar
or this is my new place,
you like my yard?
You want some coke?
Really? Because,
I've given that shit up
like, ages ago,
did nothing for me.
Here's my painting
it's in that gallery
you know,
on Brunswick St,
and I'll be on TV
soon,
with The Band that
just made it,
they used to play at that
run down old pub
but they're good friends of mine
like, we hang out, you know?
Do you play?
Do you paint?
Do you cook?
Do you
do
anything?
Nothing?

Hm.

Weird.

Well,
gotta go.

Which I guess
is fine.

Don't want to be bitter.
Not bitter.

I just sometimes wonder

if anyone plays Dungeons & Dragons anymore.

Or Risk.

Or Trivial Pursuit.

That'd be cool.