It's not that I think ads are bad,
or those that pursue this career are mad,
or that I ever meant to let down my dad,
who dreamed of me living in a posh London pad.
It's more that I chose to change my ideas,
about where I want to go in the next few years,
about who I want to be when I find my career,
and that's a different route from most of my peers.
I haven't had crits or gone looking for placements,
I don't feel a sense of giddy excitement,
or an overwhelming rush of advertising enlightenment,
at the thought of working for nowt and struggling to pay rent.
I'd rather go my own way,
at least for the early days,
writing some books that will hopefully pay,
for where ever it is I decide to stay.
I'd like to be published and make myself a star,
I'd like to think I've got what it takes to go far,
I'd like to be able to afford a car,
so I've set my sights on a life as a writ...ar.
So have I engaged with the industry? No, not really,
but that's not 'cos I'm lazy or uninterested, clearly,
it's just that I think I've moved on from that, nearly,
to pastures new that I hold to my heart dearly.
I've engaged with those pastures I've made some good links,
that will help me develop my dreams, I think,
that will make sure what I write doesn't stink,
unlike this poem which if you blink,
You'll miss all the best bits and end up thinking,
"He's just writing this crap to avoid actually working,"
but you'd be wrong because I'm not procrastinating,
merely adding further credence to my claims I'm engaging.
Engaging in my own way with another industry,
one that in the future you will see,
has a place in it's land saved just for me,
to write long and prosper in literary.