Fred Aiken Writing

if I ever make it big,

then I want to lose it all in some back alley shady joint

where everyone hopes I fail

and it comes true,

leaving penniless and probably not all that much wiser,

though maybe I can go into lecturing the youth of tomorrow

about subjects that I have a faint understanding of

and should probably never be listened to,

because I barely know how to learn,

but I know how to lose