I struggle daily to survive
My existence in this dive
To rise above my surroundings
And leave behind earthly groundings.
Fighting for a way of life
Trying hard to please my wife
Knowing that again today
Failure will pave my way.
As a writer I will strive
To pen a story that’s alive
One that papers want to print
And pay me more than a cent.
Freebies I am tired of writing
My bottom lip is sore from biting
Some serious work I want to pen
Where, oh where, is my gin?