And this is my occupation?

To describe my situation: I'll pretend an Occupation; Take my pen--be a poet practice writing out my full thoughts 'It's so boooring in here!' Can I get a cheer? I'd even take a jeer in my direction--or a glare! --but there is nothing going on and the clock ticks get loooong as I jot down my freestyle to distract me from miles of words; repeating like a drum beat, my head, it's pounding, from the repeat. It's; blah-blah-blah-whatever! Let me out of creative prison! and finally give me some expression!

And this is my occupation?