Struggling but not starving artist

got no muse

Got no money

no home

To call my own


aint had much

but a bitter ass touch

Of the consuming world

of poverty


Have so much to express

little time and a lot of stress

Dress it up

in pretty lies and half smiles


Been awhile

Since ive been off

tribulations trying trials

Free of fucked fate


Oh well

Still will and do dare

break the broke pieces towards

Art from adversity





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