You say the world needs art
As I watch your delusion wallow your existence
The world doesn't need privileges, only the basics
And art you see, is a privilege
Do you ever see the rich care as much about art as you do
Do you see the poor care as much about art as you do
Art matters to them only if it means money
For the rich want to get richer
And the poor want a day's meal
But you, you my dear delusion middle class fuck
You think art is a struggle
When truly it's really you romancing the idea of it
Art is your eulogy to your dead dreams
Because you were privileged enough to dream
But never privileged enough to be dished them out to you
And while you were busy begging privileges for paychecks
Life aged in wrinkles and not chardonnays
So you sought art to be your refuge
A desperate lament to hold onto your long dead dreams and long lost life
For the ones who could sell art have sold them to the lust of luxury
And yet here you are, screaming your art to the world
A middle class madman who calls himself an artist
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