Jack up all thoughts 'bout success,
Here's nothing but mess
And spiritual emptiness.
What d'you feel
When madness gets real,
All the efforts are nil
And your dreams are disastrous?
* * *
The real culture sucks
And its geniuses starving.
No one needs their tracks
However they're trying.
In spite of the fall,
Their courage ain't ending.
They keep being sure
In their intending.
* * *
Back out all hopes for rapport,
It's you they ignore
And now lead you to despond's door.
What d'you think
When you deeply sink
In the artworks that stink
And you sense it with every pore?
* * *
The real culture sucks
And its geniuses starving.
No one needs their tracks
However they're trying.
In spite of the fall,
Their courage ain't ending.
They keep being sure
In their intending.