A fucking burst of inspiration
Is surging through my veins
The best drug I've ever smoked
Is pure creativity
I can't help that you are vain
I don't know how to help you
My hands are clenched in fists of rage
But I'm happy nonetheless
I'm off-the-wall and entirely
Confused with the mediocrity
No real artists anymore
Just pimps and their prized whore
But I have words I truly believe
That will never be any use to me
Take them use them as you wish
Just remember who the artist is
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