The Entrepreneur and the Rowing Team

The entrepreneur sits in traffic

holding the steering wheel hard, like it's a dream of a better life.

The light above turns from red to green.

In a moment,

a whole thought was halved,

like an orange in the morning

and put on a plate.

The cars and trucks push forward

like a rowing team.

Baby Jane and the Passive Income Monster

My passive income has drained all the water from the sea

I wanted him, he wanted me, I flipped the switch on the silver screen

the moment he held his hand in mine, I went crazy, I went blind

lost to the world now I sit

Baby Jane

taking a hit.

The weed is harsh it burns my throat

I used to sing like a bird

now I just gloat

to the bare rose bushes as I walk 

in the morning

with a small dog

and a purse full of worries

I once had a giant castle

high in the clouds

hovering there

don't speak

out loud.