Sorry this one is a couple days later than normal -though if your podcatcher is only set to check the feed once a week, you probably won’t notice the difference- it’s been a heck of a week. Been doing a lot of art & not a lot of audio work (though I did get everything set up for the launch of UTFBF-RoaAP, Book Two, next month)… This poem is really about how all the stupid details, conventions & requirements, paperwork, and government intervention in something as simple as me selling you a copy of a book or an original work of art are almost enough to make me not want to sell you anything at all. It is a lament that I’m not able to simply create without concerning myself with business.