Recognition at Last

“CS Parker!”

“CS Parker over here!!”

“One question sir, sir!”

“Wait for the speech.” Said his Agent as she quickly shuffled by the paparazzi outside.

Inside the room spread out. With three stories the place had the feel of open air and not closed space. It was neither stuffy nor did it leave a tickle in the nose. All the chairs were lined up and they passed the pulpit for lack of a better word.

In the backroom CS Parker sat.

“If you wrote a poem right now what would it be?

“Hmmm. I have to go/and now I see/everywhere/is a place to pee.”

“You always were funny in your own weird way.”

“Hold your tongue I’m famous now and I’ve made you a lot of money.”

“And lined your pockets as well, remember I set up the tour, launched the college circuit and too many other money-making ventures as well.”

If this life were to last may it not ever be broken or split in half.

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