my words
are
trying to avoid
Grub Street
perhaps a futile endeavor
oh
how the Moorfields
draw us back
it’s so easy
not to think
we are water
and follow
the path of least
resistance
juicy rationalizations
plucked as grapes
off waiting vines
is it better to be a thug
than a thief?
why be either?
is there anyone left who measures honor?
however
i would prefer that
to being
a hack
i take out
my subway map