Art, Dark moods, Poem, Satire, Uncategorized

I wish I were an artist – New York Songs.

I wish I were an artist

but I am not

Gays, hustlers, and male prostitutes

Junkies who write and paint

should I bring them gold

29 million

at an auction why not

they will teach me all the good stuff

and I will be happy

so happy and high

walking in the central park

in a joyful downfall

I wish I was a gay hustler

I wish I could shoot heroin on a park bench

and then talk about that

in the newspaper

and get paid

29 million

why not.

I wish I were an artist

but I am not.

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