Give up my belt and go all in

I wish I really could write for food
I'm too scared I'd starve
Should I give up my tools
And give up my work belt to?
Maybe I could just write hungry
On a piece of cardboard and stand by the road
 "Eat this" a passerby says and
throws me a toad
Just my luck
I should have kept my tools belt and truck
I'm not afraid to work for food
I can carry two bundles of shingles up a ladder at the same time
On a bet a dare or
to impress a pretty girl
You'll probably never see what I've built
It's not my purpose in life
I'm a poet just look what I write
I just built that too

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Bob jenkens

I'm some how the cross between Forrest Gump and Steve Martin in The Jerk.