to those who are still the Artists in these days...
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What can an artist with un-spoiled brain provide? –
To this un-comprehended territory,
Where every soul is so much alike
And their physical’s above the psychic story.
They call for money, which therefore they lay
Into a feeling of a coming day,
And as they fade away – ain’t got no feeling...
Then why? What d’they expect from all that reeling?
Prohibited the drugs, the borders’re closed,
You’d have a passport nailed to your clothes;
The care is – body, never mind the soul
There’s always something they would reckon foul...
There’s always something they would blame you for:
Like – being an artist... whether being their foe?
As you should know, un-spoiled as they are
The real artist wouldn’t get this far.