On my feet
In this age and stage
Many hopes, full of pains
Few days remaining
To enter seventy
I work like a mule
I do so proudly
Far above nine to five
Ten hours, minimum!
Have a film on my hands
I wrote the script
Directed, done filming
Part of it remaining
Then P.P. is main thing.
Has expense, and I am
Stubborn as were rocks
On mountains, around me
In childhood, and made me.
I work as did hero
Hulk Hogan's
Wrestling.
No
Never kissing ass
Unless so for its joy
My kind and too sexy…
No
Never to seek help!
I remain on own feet,
Strange to begging!
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