Your praise
Doesn’t pay
My bills.
Your appreciation
Never bought me
A vacation.
The recognition
You force on me
Comes from a self-serving
Space
And puts me further in debt
To you
And to myself.
You beg for
Authenticity
But hiss and lurch
When I show you
How it’s done.
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