handing out strip club cards
for a quick buck
i get paid if you go or not
look at me
i’m an artist
drinking warm water
to ward off the hunger
pretending it’s a hot meal
check this shit out
i’m an artist
i’d sell my blood
if there was a market for it here
this is getting close
hey
i’m an artist
cashing in those ten cent cans
just trying to stay on top
there’s no love from Cenno
the struggle is real
i’m an artist
in line at the soup kitchen
more well than fair
grey stew and day old bread
yes it looks bleak
i’m an artist
picking up ciggy butts
outside a nightclub
collar popped to ward off the chill
one day i will look back and laugh
i’m an artist
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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I have an eBook, a collection of my favourite pieces
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Comments (1)
I'd sell my blood too if there was a market for it. Loved your poem!