MY ATTEMPTS AT CREATION

My duty is to create
And it was to fulfill this
That my dad did me procreate
For in creation there is bliss

All I wanted to do was just create
Create not for others but for myself
For when I do try to create
I experience the bliss of God himself

At first I created a noise
Then I created a mess
Until I created a nuisance
By peeing on my mama’s dress

My next attempt at creation
Was with chalk on a slate
I then attempted an education
Which my teacher soon made me hate

I then tried to create relationships
With friends and a pretty girl next door
But it all ended in emotional hardships
For they all took me for a ride and more

I attempted to create a world of illusion
A world where I could hide within
The bubble burst and there remained disillusion
For the body had become emaciated and so thin

I later wanted to create a career
A profession where I could shine
I had to face many an obstacle and barrier
While I didn’t even find time to dine

I therefore decided to be an entrepreneur
And create something innovative
But then I decided to marry her
And from bachelorhood turn fugitive

It was only then that I truly turned creative
For indeed I did create three progeny
My attempts at being so creative
Has now led to my living in harmony….