We push our minds, we wreck our heads
We work day and night in search of Gold
The fame, the glory, the promotion, the money
A Pencil, a Lion, a Spike, or a Clio
The list goes on, the pressure to perform
Drives us insane, makes some better, makes some lesser
Where do I stand if I don’t deliver?
My worth is weighed on a scale of metal!
Gold: you are the best
Silver: fantastic
Bronze: better than most
Finalist: better than nothing
You must understand one thing, if you are to understand a Creative
Adland is ruled by the ones who have Gold
It’s a zero sum game and my score stands at ‘0′
My competitive streak plays havoc on my esteem when I review
My work and it hasn’t brought me a trace of a prize
So I kamikaze into my pad
I satisfy my thirst for greatness with a 0.4mm marker
I try and try and try again
Another scamp, one more headline
Till my eyes drop off and my fingers bleed
Till I am carted away into a lobotomy
The passion and the pain - my raison d’etre
I am a copywriter, darn it! The joy, the curse
Leave me alone you halfwits, lazybones, ‘mediocrits’
I don’t have time for your power games your politics
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There.
I’ve lost it.
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