Living The Life Of A Poet

 

Living the life of a poet

And a sculptor too

Out on the open road

Can be very hard to do

 

Even though you have words

And your materials are free

It is really hard to survive

Especially down by the sea

 

With really heavy winds

The snow and the rain

Then there's those people

Who try to drive you in sane

 

By setting you on fire

Or beat you up as well

For they want what you got

In words that they can sell

 

Yet you got to survive

No matter the obstacles ahead

Even though you know

Your better of dead

 

Some will hit you with hammers

Or stab you in the heart

This is real street life

That happens after dark

 

Yet if you have no money

What are you going to do

Would you break the law

To survive would you

 

While trying to live the dream

So you can get of the street

To carry on your art

Which comes out so unique

 

Or would you lay down

And drink yourself to death

Or even take drugs

To your very last breath

 

Or would you simply squat

And hope for the best

Even though you got no money

Well this is life's real test