is it better to not work at all than to do the job poorly

short excerpt from a spoken poem i created impersonating the reading style of kerouac driving around in my car in the country at 5 am. it's funny how you can edit yourself even when you have no pen

Is it better to not work at all than to do the job poorly

 

These small towns are the same every night

And have been for generations

Generation upon generation

Same last names, just different trees used for firewood for different campfires in different yards

Same vocal tones and scores of laughter, just different faces

Though,

Similar.

Period. Space