There’s thin pickings for poets
Thin, thin pickings indeed.
As a way to get rich
It must be agreed
The poetry game don’t rate.
There’s thin, thin pickings for poets.
We’re all agreed on that.
Why-ever it is we do it
It won’t make our wallets fat
For getting rich or famous
The prospects just aren’t great.
It won’t put food on the table
It won’t put cash in the bank.
It’s a hard life being a poet
We’re kind of used to that.
Spare a thought for poets
Whose faces are wan and thin.
It’s a terrible thing that’s done to a man
When he catches the poetry thing.
via Thin
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