True Inspiration.

More often than not,

we mistake our inspiration, for

celebrity,

strangers,

the grass that’s always greener,

when in reality,

our greatest inspiration, comes from

classmates,

lovers,

past or present acquaintance,

who showed us talent we sought to mirror,

who we quickly forgot,

fully unaware,

blinded

by the riches that whisper, like

serpents,

the sweet, sweet nothings of the stage –

the merest hint of our true inspiration.

It does not Discriminate.

It doesn’t effect you right now.

So sit back.

Relax.

And enjoy a warm Jimmy Dean Breakfast Sandwich.

A cup of Folgers, hell

have two cups.

It’s Sunday, right! What could go wrong on a Sunday?

Because the best part of waking up

is knowing it doesn’t have an effect on you.

And you’re safe.

Just save that Breakfast of Champions,

for the day your long since relevant,

and your children are up against the wall,

dying from the gross fact that it never effected you.