“You either have it,
That’s what the guys said,
A comedian and successful writer,
Both Hollywood sort of royalty,
Both getting paid,
Well, I’m assuming.
Eff both of you,
Your Hollywood is a recycling bin,
Mr. Cable TV, your show is Dynasty without the eyeliner
And pushed up breasts.
I can’t get through your last season
Because it has gone on for too long,
Hedge fund guys do shitty things,
Hey joke man,
Do another impression,
Stop riding Carson’s coattails,
We’ve heard how you are all indebted,
But the more I hear about him,
The more I think he wasn’t an icon
Of anything more than control and power,
Which could be the billionth story line
On that other guy’s show.
The judging of writing is not either or,
It is, the effing moment, if I may.
Sometimes things work, sometimes they don’t,
But the two of you make it seem like Hollywood,
The big and little screens,
Are the Holy Grails of writing.
Maybe, if that is your measure of success.
Is making a living writing the only way to be a writer?
Is it sales?
I don’t know,
But what about simple expression,
An outlet that might have some value somewhere.
Can you be a writer doing that? If not, I don’t care,
Because I know,
Sometimes I have it,
Sometimes I don’t.
Maybe someday I’ll write a popular television show
Or be funny on stage,
But if not,
I’m still a writer.