When I quit my “regular” job two decades ago, I totally underestimated the quantum leap in my quality of life. Even with poverty-level earnings for decades, and that first decade with no health insurance, I felt that I won the life lottery. It took me years to realize that many people who heard this stood in quiet horror, viewing me as an epic cautionary tale, the precise thing to be avoided in life. So, I wrote a poem about it, cuz it’s what I due now that I have hole sale de-monetized my life.
Acquit My Jōb
I ex-tolled
With evangelical fervor
Anew life
Having one
The lottery
And decidedly jocund me
Snorting align of my values
With such glorious aside affects
Wafting into voluntary
Poverty decongesting my knows
As udder inter dependency
Won love
That gentlest bed rock
Reveling in amor
Be dazzling
That tough sell reliance
Then in escapably
Those come to pass
Buy enlarge saying
A posit
That I am
In point of fact
A terrible paper tiger
Chasing won’s cautionary tale
