So Here We Are Poem by Matthew Holloway

I want, look, search for
That life that we have all read about
The nine to five job
Well paid, sets up the nice home
Well decorated
The average family
And two or three holidays a year
Only that's not me
It never was or could be
I am a little bit strange
And enjoy being that way
Not everyone's cup of tea
It's alright I don't care
I am a writer
Just screwed up enough
To pen a few lines of poetry
I'd like to be published
Not famous as such
But enough sales to retire
And write some more
So I can lay in bed till the afternoon
Drink wine and whisky
In questionable hours
I'd like to give Bukowski
Or Dylan Thomas a run for the money
Provide quotes for posters
In students dorms
Knowing they will never understand
the why and wherefore of such words
I want to be remember by a few
Recommended as a good read
I'll forgo the usual
For a book deal