the filmmaker without films
the writer without books
the composer without songs
be his fan number 1
the fan of the artist without art
He thinks all day
about films to make
he dreams all night
about books to write
he's the one and only
artist without art
multi-awarded
influential
legendary
He's looking
for a comfy hell
where the devils
raise toasts
with their guests
and the muses
are at his feet
with a blunt blade
on their teeth
He's calling at them
from his rusty golden chair
in polite cowardice
with the fear
that eventually
they'll appear
The new art kids
He's looking
for a comfy hell
where the devils
raise toasts
with their guests
and the muses
are at his feet
with a blunt blade
on their teeth
He's calling at them
from his rusty golden chair
in polite cowardice
with the fear
that eventually
they'll appear
The new art kids
want to be him
the new art groupies
want him in
but the truth is
he's not so deep
he's got no wit
the truth is
the truth is
art is eating him
and there's nothing
he can do
he can do
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