A Poem: People Say

People say, get a real job.
People say, how does that pay?
People say, get your head out of the clouds.
People say.

People say, what's your goal?
People say, you should go on The Voice!
People say, all sorts of things.
People say.

People say, this will never work.
People say, you can pay the bills?
People say, you went to college for that?
People do say so much.

People say, do you work 5 days a week?
People say, you could go back to school.
People say, why?
People say.

People say, jazz is dead.
People say, no one pays for music anymore.
People say, you should sell your songs.
Yes, people say. 

But sometimes people don't say,
it's the people in my head that say.
And it'd do me good to listen
to the right people.
When those people say
keep going,
finish that song,
that makes me feel something,
finish that song,
keep going.

Because people do say. 

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