Artists, not the ones in galleries, the ones you know in your life, are
the ones trying to re establish a connection to the meaning of the words
that have had their guts cut out and made to flog a dead horse
Capitalism your friend
lover
bedside companion
all others suck
and threaten
you will never be lonely. You win. Every time.
Look around
you're winning.
Tower of babylon falling
grinding down
as babble fills the air
Artists, not the ones in galleries, the ones in your life, are trying to re connect the meaning of the words that have had their guts pulled out and made to flog a dead horse
Not me
I just wana work
be a job
passport
freedom
gang tyrant
Capitalism your friend
lover
bedside companion
all others suck
and threaten
you will never be lonely. You win. Every time.
Look around
you're winning.
Tower of babylon falling
grinding down
as babble fills the air
Artists, not the ones in galleries, the ones in your life, are trying to re connect the meaning of the words that have had their guts pulled out and made to flog a dead horse
Not me
I just wana work
be a job
passport
freedom
gang tyrant
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