Irons In the Fire
do one thing
two things
3 or 4 jobs,
keep busy
keep your mind busy
keep going
keep it moving.
otherwise
it all begins
to start
bothering you,
the car horns
the neighbor
the smells
the city
the people.
warm food served cold
cold food served warm.
people eating loud on the bus
the bus eating you like a bag of chips.
go on to something else
something better
done well.
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