Creative people are weak.
I never thought that myself.
Since I knew too many geniuses…
Nearly living in the streets.
To pursue their way of life.
They weren’t the ones,
Having coffee and buns.
And waiting to take an hour lunch break…
To come back to a desk,
To finish something that never gets done.
Or have cash on hand,
From a job where they are incompetent.
Everyone I knew who created…
Were and still are masters,
Of their gifts and talents.
And I know of very few…
Who take from nothing,
To make something like they do!
While so many take creativity for granted.
With nothing in their lives to pursue…
But a happy hour after work.
To discuss who they wish to screw…
Before going home to smoke pot,
Or booze to annoy someone
Who listens to them sing the blues.
And all of those who do create…
Are somewhere applying their craft.
24/7!
With no half-time for snacks!
Or…
Spending most of their lives,
Complaining!
Laying to lounge or sleep on their backs.
With a remote in hand,
Surfing through their televised adventures.
To boast about…
At their next ‘business’ meeting.
How creative?