Of all the stereotypical artists
Why did I have to pick the
Struggling writer?
Armed with a pen
And my mystic thoughts.
I could have been a great musician
Or a famous painter
But no!
I chose to let my words drive my creativity.
Into battle I go
With my .50-cent pen
And I let that be my battle weapon
It’s an extension of my body,
But it doesn’t protect me
Like I wish.
Plan B
My words,
Flow from my mind
But even that doesn’t protect me.
I let my heroes guide me,
Like Greek Gods.
But who protects me,
On the verge of defeat?
I’m a demi-god
But is that enough to prevail?
No!!
I must fight for myself,
My creativity,
And my voice?
HELP ME JACK KEROUAC!