I love to lie.
Plain and simple.
I don’t owe anyone anything.
facts of worthiness and deservation
When I go to one of your art shows to be humiliated
Humiliated.
I spoke.
With those
who quit.
gave up the old life,
to pursue the essence of art.
Know that I have loved
belief that is out to where no one has ever been and nobody can relate
On the rooftops
I watch the police hunt
And paint from a sense of worthlessness
dreaming that I will be something more than this
lying to myself for another day
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