The artist works and works slaving every available moment
To realize their vision pouring money,blood,sweat and tears into their creations.
The studio is bulging with pieces big and small,petty and
Provocative all weapons of the imaginations arsenal.
Most canโt pay the rent from occasional sales and must
Endure the insulting environs of drudgery captained by
Fat greedy despots who lick their lips at the sight of dollar signs.
Constantly pushed into even darker corners of despair the artist
Starts to fantasize about reclaiming some of this ill earned booty
So that they may be solvent enough to pursue their practice.
Finally one day they snap and decide to take control of their lives.
With just enough money to buy a gun and a dying pony they head
Out into the jaws of capitalism fueled by anger and penury with the
Intention of blowing away as many fat bloated pigs of greed as possible.