Recipe For Living Poem by NikMorgan ...

I hold no delusions of career
I am living on my ceiling
Hanging tough
Waiting
For the axe-man to greet me

Don’t read me the wrong way
This is no ode to regret
Ambition deficient
I had not the desire
To sell my soul

It’s not that I’m not hungry
My appetite for life
Means I feast aplenty
Their menu seemed bland
So I cater for myself

I’ve often been half baked
Looking good
But raw
And soft inside

So easily distracted
Weak to their concentrate
My identity and integrity
Could not be distilled
I became rich with memory
Enjoying the chaotic
That freeing spontaneity
Of living in the moment

I have no use for could of beans
I made this stew
Simmering till I'm done