everybody listened
coz your way made em think
you knew something they didnt
& they'd laugh along
like they got the joke
but there was no joke
except for you.
you've got a million friends
to occupy your time
it keeps you from dealing
one on one with your own mind
& that's fine,
whatever gets you through the night
only you can say
what's best for you.
but I seem to recall
once talking it through
you had some big ideas
you had to get to.
what happened?
you said 'art was dead'
I said art was alive
in peoples hearts instead.
& you point your finger
say 'its all bullshit'
& take a drink
as you heckle the singer.
I ask if you ever paint anymore?
& you change the subject
to the women on the dance floor.
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