Will Write For Fucking Table Scraps!
I’ll bleed the fat for ink, grind my
bones to powder
and make peasant’s paper.
I’m nourished by the voices in
my head as they suck the morrow
of my ideas.
If I have to starve because of my
verbosity, so be it. I will feed on
literature while my body starves.
It was never about the money or
the glory anyway. The shrieking and
the screaming voices having
a home on the page is enough.
The sad hard truth when you look at what a poet can honestly expect to ever earn from their work. I love writing poetry, but even with three self-published collections and hundreds of poems published in literary journals I know I’ll never earn much from them. And it does sting a bit sometimes, hence this poem.
About the Creator
Steve B Howard
Steve Howard's self-published collection of short stories Satori in the Slip Stream, Something Gaijin This Way Comes, and others were released in 2018. His poetry collection Diet of a Piss Poor Poet was released in 2019.
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