Monetizing Our Soul's Expression: A Satirical Poem
Starving artist is acceptable at age 20, suspect at age 40, and problematical at age 60.
-- Robert Gen
It doesn't come easy as confession
but in the world of sheer materialism
soul wants to monetize its expression
and it's nothing but predictable realism.
With no reward heart won't spill its treasure
ever since it's become stock with a price
forget about doing it out of pleasure
no matter if it doesn't look nice.
For we are writers and poets for hire
pity that we don't have union of a kind
while there's no sign of some better byer
but no discount on fine products of our mind.
On sleepless nights when soul wants to speak
we promptly suppress it by taking sleeping pill
without prospects of a pay motivation is weak
and down the drain goes all the creative thrill.
To all those starving artists now we join
sitting at the corner with our extended hat
hoping someone may drop some bigger coin
or at lest mercifully stop by for little friendly chat.
Hey, I just noticed, it's not myself that I talk about
here, I've been writing getting paid by this joy
those monetary rewards I can live without
in my playful soul it's merely a toy.
No price -- if it's coming from my heart
too humanly imperfect for an ego-parade
but humbleness may even be seen as smart
here -- this joyful rhyme has already been paid.
© 2024 Val Karas