The Daily Life of a Couple Who Would Sincerely Respect Anyone Living Solely as a Poet - Short Short Vol. 1

A couple's morning routine

The husband approaches his wife with a beaming smile.
Husband: "Morning!"
Wife: "Oh, morning. You're in a good mood today, aren't you?"
Husband: "Yeah, well, I guess."
Wife: "Did something happen?"
Husband: "Hmm, I guess you could say something came down to me."
Wife: "Came down to you?"
Husband: "I've decided to become a poet."
Wife: "A poet?"
Husband: "Yeah, a poet."
Wife: "By poet, do you mean writing poems?"
Husband: "That's right, I intend to live as a poet."
Wife: "O-oh, I see. Well, that's fine, I suppose."
The husband starts relaxing on the sofa.
Wife: "Wait? Isn't it time for you to go to work?"
Husband: "Well, since I'm a poet, work is, you know..."
Wife: "What do you mean, 'work is, you know'?!"
Husband: "I'm quitting my job."
Wife: "Huh?"
Husband: "Being a poet isn't something you can just do on the side, it's not that easy."
Wife: "What are you talking about?"
Husband: "To be a poet, you have to be a poet 24 hours a day, 365 days a year."
Wife: "If you quit your job, how are we going to pay for things?"
Husband: "Money is something that runs away when you chase it, and follows you when you let it go..."
Before he could finish, the moment his wife's slap landed with a full swing against his cheek,
Husband: "I just had a poem flash into my mind!"
Wife: "Wake up! You pathetic, weak, fake poet! Get to work, you big idiot!"
The wife's fist drove deep into his solar plexus, and the husband lost consciousness.

The path of a poet is a long one...

The husband realized this as his consciousness faded.

Having woken from his dream, the husband, while being jostled on a crowded train,
shed a single, beautiful tear.

Husband: "Oh, is this a poem?"

Unfit to be a salaryman.

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