The Secret of my Endurance

Unveiling Life's Contrasts: A Poet's Connection Beyond Circumstances
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I still get letters in the mail

I still receive letters in physical mail.

Mostly from cracked-up

Mostly from mentally unstable individuals.

Men in tiny rooms with factory jobs

These people are in small rooms, often with factory jobs.

Or no jobs who are

They may have no jobs at all.

Living with whores or no woman

Living with prostitutes or no woman in their lives.

At all, no hope, Just

They feel hopeless, resorting to alcohol and madness.

Booze and madness

Desperation characterized by drinking and insanity.

I get most of their letters on lined paper

Letters are often written on lined paper.

Written with an unsharpened pencil or in ink

Written with dull pencils or in ink.

In tiny handwritings that slants to the left

Handwriting is small and slants to the left.


And the paper is most often torn

The paper is frequently torn, usually halfway.

Usually halfway up the middle

Torn paper is a common characteristic.

And they say they like my stuff

Despite their struggles, they express appreciation for the poet's work.

I've written from where it's at

Recognition that the poet writes about real and challenging life experiences.

They recognize it truly, I've given them some

The poet has provided them some opportunity for acknowledgment.

Chance, some recognition of where it's at

Acknowledgment of the harsh reality the poet captures.

It's true, I was there

Confirmation that the poet experienced those hardships.

Even worse off than most of them

The poet was once in an even worse situation than most of the letter writers.

But I wonder if they realize

Questioning if the letter writers understand where their letters are received.

Where their letter arrives?

Wondering if they realize the contrast between their situations and the poet's current life.

Well, it's dropped into a box

The letters are dropped into a mailbox.

On a wire fence

The mailbox is situated on a wire fence.

Behind a six-foot hedge and a long driveway

Behind a six-foot hedge and a long driveway.

To a two car garage

Leading to a two-car garage.

Rose garden, fruit trees

Surrounded by a rose garden, fruit trees, and animals.

Animals, a beautiful woman

The poet's current life includes a beautiful woman.

Mortgage about half

About half of the mortgage is paid after a year of residence.

Paid after a years residence, a new car-

A new car or two cars are present.

Two cars

The poet enjoys a fireplace and a deep green rug.

Fireplace and a green rug two-inches deep

The rug is two inches deep.

With a young boy to write my stuff now

A young boy now writes the poet's work.

I keep him in a ten-foot square cage with a

The young boy is confined in a small space with a typewriter.

Typewriter, feed him whiskey and raw whores

The poet provides the young boy with whiskey and encounters with prostitutes.

Belt buckle him pretty good three

The poet inflicts physical punishment on the young boy regularly.

Or four times a week

The poet, now 60, receives criticism stating that his work is improving.

I'm 60 years old now and the critics say

Reviewers believe the poet's current work surpasses his previous efforts.

My stuff is getting better than ever

Despite his age, critics find the poet's work to be better than ever.

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