Advertiser's Pain

In my head I swear is where amazing happens.

Trick is getting it out on paper, that right there can be priceless.

My thoughts are like diamonds, they are forever, they just keep going-and-going.

I bring things to life and make em snap, crackle, pop.

See we advertisers don’t see the world like y'all,

All I see is lines and dots and all I gotta do is connect em, dot-to-dot.

Put my name on em once they connected,

So like my real life at the moment they boxed in;

Advertisers turned into salesmen, can’t complain it’s a check.

But these unwanted burdens are bearing down hard on my neck.

All I need is my canvas to paint these stories

that are gift wrapped and given.

Everything else will come with the territory.

So give me my target audience, the competition and my objectives.

Do we have a budget? Are there any particulars on demographics?

Brand awareness-I milks that, down to the last drop.

When these ideas come about let them end up being money,

That melts in my hand and not in my mouth.

Advertisers pain, like a rock, that I can’t seem to get rolling.

My skills are getting keen though.

I’m eating snickers-I'm hungry why should I wait?

My heart and mind are focused and telling me that I am now free to move about the country.

Call my plane Advertisers United.

My plan of action by most will seem sick.

I need my night time dreaming, fiening, patiently waiting, head scratching, plotting,

Soon to be dream obtained medicine, for this pain.

This pain that only a true advertiser can understand and maintain.