dog eat dog

How can you make money without changing who you’re meant to be

Make enough to pay the rent, and buy your food off poetry

And never have to bend your style to please the hand that someday feeds

It’s dog eat dog with old new tricks that’s barking up the no bite tree

And if you print a shitty book, you’ll have to pay, and none will read

They all pretend they always do,

I never would

So why would he?

And why would you expect a check

from art forms that you don’t support

you’ll never pay for movie scores

you’ve never even paid for porn

And when you’re fucked, you’ll wonder why

You thought you’d make it out alive

a bad degree plus poetry, it doesn’t take a genius

To foresee a life of struggle in the feather of a phoenix

And it’s all your fault, or capital

But sometimes you don’t buy it

When you sold yourself for tickets

Unaware that they were lying

And you found a silly little way

to make yourself be heard

On the margins of the internet

You drown them with your words