I’ve got ideas that I know would sell

I just need the money to try to make them happen

I’m not afraid to fail

Here comes another tale,

Life and trials of ol’ J. Saxon

Bills in the mail

Collectors on the phone

Boss on my back, won’t leave me alone

I bust my ass at work 4 out of 5 days

Ask me why & I’ll tell you it’s because after last year’s efforts I got more responsibility & a 20 cent raise

I keep going, because I still need to get paid

Selling my time for chump change it’s hard not to feel played

Days turn to nights

And my beard gets longer

These are the days of the struggle, confessions of a blogger

I got holes in my jeans

And stains on my shirt

Neither of them intentional, or ironic

Just. My wallet is hurt.

Quarantine haircut, the ol’ jailhouse fade

No guard all the way around, to keep it even, and hide the grays

Everyone is in the struggle though…

and nothing else is right

1 out of 4 of us is unemployed

Holding an empty bowl and a spoon showing up for the gun fight

But I won’t give in

I won’t run to a bunker to hide

Put my faith in the Lord

These bastards wont take me alive.