You want to be a writer

You want the lit
You are fixing to use creativity to sell yourself
You want a bit
Foot broke the door´s slam, ambulance hip give it up

Flattery calls
Critics píck up the phone
No book deal
You are on your own

You want your literature to fit
Fixing to be someone at the base or the top of a hardcover
You want "it"
Key they gave you no longer fits since they changed the locks

Do you want to be a writer?
Is getting published worth the fight?
Agents and editors could overlook
guess you´ll need to line their pockets before you line your ego

Guess your definition of art wasn´t equipped
The target audience was big but your gun´s ink didn´t hit
Poetry bores,
 and what doesn´t have fangs or a wand is a chore
It´s what the mover shaker likes to ignore,
 and "it´s who you know..." hurts the ears as much as an eyesore