I thought to be an axe murderer,
But I didn’t have an axe.
It really is a messy job,
And I am far too lax.
Bankers work with money,
Billions I am told.
But money’s such a dirty thing,
I think that I will fold.
Doctors, lawyers are in need,
But their schooling last so long!
It does not fit my rules of life,
Though some will think I’m wrong.
A writer’s life is full of wit,
And angst, to tell the truth.
The boundaries they do not exist!
When creating words forsooth!
To sit with paper, pen in hand.
It sounds a wonderful gift.
Perhaps I’ll try my hand at that,
And see where I do drift…