Uday, Kenya
I am a muse.
I murder dreams, ideas.
I make dreams. My dreams are duds.
I skim sums, dimes.
My ideas are murky and dim.
I mar and smear mud.
My red drum is a dud.
Mid day, I am dry.
Amuse me.
Read my diary!
I am mad!
I say yes!
Aside, dread me.
My days are marked.
My aid is ready.
This middle-aged man has had tremendous difficulty getting and holding steady work. Though educated in the hard-sciences, he continually believes that he has the best ideas in completely disparate fields, and seeks to pursue them. He is an idealist who lacks money to pursue his schemes. He shares his optimism with good-hearted but generally spiritually impoverished people who tend to feed off of his optimism and so invest. The projects generally fail, leaving investors more bitter with him than they likely should be with themselves.
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