Why be a poet?

Why be a poet

My skin isn’t of the raven

So even with my best soliloquy I’ll never find safe haven

I’ll never be invited to speak at an inauguration

Or have a chance to address the nation

Slowly I lose my patience

I’ll only go viral if I’m a patient

Every day I grow more and more complacent

Longing for a new creation

I try to have the dedication

And look all around for inspiration

Trying to overcome any hesitation

Still I find myself in the same situation

It’s a lack of results not motivation

Nor do I lack the education

Or conversation

But in this world there are no startling revelations

Only sad equations and narrations

This the reasons for my frustrations

Like a girl experiencing her first menstruations

Or a boy teased with no ejaculations

Pangs of desire and hunger his only

Sensations.

He knows no patience

Never has he experienced elation

And he spend every moment waiting for life to send a replacement

For he doesn’t even belong locked a way in a basement

A poet without an occupation

Who got lost in perdido street station

Lost to an existence with no relaxation

Only sad exploitation

So why be a poet

No one will know

And in the end his bills he will oweth

His seed being sowed

For fame his soul he would oweth