I try and breath fire into my words
I try and find it deep down inside of me
As I hang the washing out
Again
You have to pay your dues they say
You are not a prodigy
There is no big break coming
You are just an oddity
Those people are truly talented
They spent time and learned their craft
In the hours you spent washing up
They were making art
You’re never going to make it
There aren’t enough hours in the day
You should just give up now
You should walk away
They sat at their desks
Pored over every word
You were doing ironing
They were being heard
I know you think you have a voice
You have something to say
But trust me when I tell you this
Housework doesn’t go away
The dinner it needs cooking
You need to clean their shoes
There’s no time to be a poet
You ‘re always going to lose
You should resist the urge
To put your words on paper
Theirs cleaning to be done
And it won’t wait til later
There isn’t time to write
Forget that funny life plan
Perhaps you’ll be lucky in the next life
and come back as a man.
A Tuesday Latte 