Poetry for Profit;
The dilettante says.
It just doesn’t happen,
It’s an illusion in the sick minded head.
Ads which have mislead.
They have a job to do:
They have to pose and fit for trends.
If you do it for monetary reasons,
You won’t genuinely achieve success.
Real artists have bled,
They don’t concern themselves with worrying about the point-spread.
People live fantasy lives all the time
Where they are famous
They are sought-after
They are “the greatest”, labeled by their closest friends.
Where they try their best to be noticed,
But no one cares in the end.
If you write to proclaim “I’m a poet”,
To get paid cash and attain lavish threads,
To fulfill a lifestyle image that’s been played-out,
In order to satiate big dreaming ego-ed heads.
I have news for you:
You could write non-stop for the rest of your life,
But writing won’t always be the hot ticket trend.
So many others have paved the way before you,
While you merely lazed lying in your comfy bed.
Try doing your passion for years and years to free your mind, to share thought, to pass the time, unnoticed.
Don’t do it for profit, never do art for profit; take a look at the masters, they lived in destitute, some unrecognized in their lifetimes for what they had accomplished.
Go, go, go-
I know people who have done more with less, they are called my relatives.