It Ain’t Young

(Written for Don Swall, who wasn’t volunteered the gratitude blow job he apparently thought he had coming, and trashed the poet by faint praise and innuendo with every earth tribe member he connected to all over Humboldt in revenge ~ including her current stalker/targeter and his sidekick)


Recorded Reading:


It Ain’t Young

It ain’t young
It ain’t smooth

Don’t jump to the line
Crawl to the call

Rush to your defense
From yourself

Not your best
Friend’s wife

Forget about it


Among us, poets are ill paid. In order to continue her work, this one currently lives in her minivan, on an income of a fraction of our nation’s poverty level. If her work has moved, enabled or uplifted you, your contribution to this effort may be made at:


Published by Ana Daksina

Read worldwide half a million times, Ana Daksina is a Troubador of the coming age.

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