Write Fuck Write

Write fuck write
Though it's late at night
And ain't the way
You earn money eh
And likely ain't but ever
No matter how clever
You might but be
It's what they say of thee

And they'd be right perchance
If I couldn't make the words dance
As I can make them yes
And I'm banking on my success
With this offer thus
I will write and draw
A million and a thousand 
Respectively
And all it will cost you is
A pauper's sum
To come along 
For all or all the way
Or so I say

Like how damn dear
Is thirty bucks
For all of that
It sure sounds like a deal to me
But admittedly
It could be dear to you
And something you'd never do
There's sure to be those
Who think like that

To which I reply
I've got my other prices
And even if 
It ain't your thing
I choose to believe in me
And dare to try to be
The Million Word Man
Paid for a year
To do his thing

And if I'm wrong
I'll be sad and pissed
But glad I tried
Yes all the same
As I tried to make a name
In something that
So other few would even try
It's almost like
I'd have the market to myself

Because what kind of fool
Would try to do this thing
And have them a hope
Of doing it right
As that's a lot of words to write
And drawings to draw
You should hold me in awe
If I can do this yes indeed

Well artist's awe at least
Because that's some damn beast
To tame and ride
Which I say with pride
For I know with certainty
That as I write
As often as I do
I'll do this thing
And it would be a shame
If you ddin't come along with me

Write fuck write
Though it's late at night
What else you gonna do
When money's tight
And you find delight
In this good doing
So keep but keep at it
You're not shit
You just need to find your place
And be you happy there
Yes be you happy fuck

Charles Petrie

Date
09-19-19

Time 

23:11-23:38=27

Word Count

365