The Tale
Torment
of the tortured artiste
Nowhere
to go and nobody, not a soul
An empty
street with all doors shut
All into
one, outcast and a slut
What came
first, the anguish or the rout?
An off
dimensional world in turmoil
As the
other world goes by
Can’t fit
in but can’t stay out
Life
decisions are not art
Mistakes
are punished like a tart
Society,
that non-existent judge
See the
smug faces fattened from stuffing fudge
Yet, who
has the saddened heart and the broken smile?
It’s the
one that sees reality from the artistic aisle
No rest
and peace is a foolish wish
So into a
bar and wrecked well before midnight
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