Poem on the ‘Starving Artist’

I’m starving, I want to create
I’m starving, I just want to paint
Then, I write trying to create
But to write is not the same as to paint
People say there is something wrong with me
Because painting doesn’t pay the bills
Then I wonder if I am starving how do I buy paint
I look around for a job that pays
The job pays the bills and also pays for the paint
But the job has taken up the time to create
With no time to paint
There is no time to create
Then I’m still starving, starving to create