Faint of Art
See these coins! Oh how they shine
All these pretty things are mine
Come, see the things I can commit
Cause that’s what matters, doesn’t it?
You really shouldn’t listen to that painter ‘cause he’s such a loser
You might as well be talking to that addict who is but a user
No one cares about the things you do alright, see, okay?
No one cares you sacrifice your life for passion as they pray
All that matters is commercial, can I make a dime on this?
If I can’t I’m sorry son, I’ve no incentive, you’re dismissed
Talent isn’t tethered to the things you see from marketing
Talent lives in those who do things for nothing but heart and whim
Many me’s lie all out there, writing from what comes within
There is no dollar that can buy the realm in which I’m living in
Someone who cant rise occasion
Definition: Faint of Heart
Shallow works are nothing brazen
And they are not, remotely, Art