By Sammy Ginsberg
I sit on the floor,
Cement, my swivel chair,
Leaning over my computer,
Boogie board, my mahogany desk.
I feel classy,
As blue and pink light laughs at my face
And candlelight twinkles my eyes.
I type respectable words on a respectable site
And lift my pinky up to reveal the words
CREATIVE
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