Andy A-hole

We feel like we're an artist's still life,

play things for pretension.

The canvas Pops like pills, and the poke

of a needle — I'll be bigger than a Beatle.

God, I'm vain. God is vanity's invention

But we are Superstars,

living sculptures molded beneath

god's feet. Covered in mud and mascara,

cum for spotlights, let me speak.

Venus in furs. Basquiat. Im waiting for

my man

things never seem to change.

So i'm trying to live down the pain

through another round

of lecherous fame.

your faithful followers, those who live life wrong.

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um, well

My art is popping off

and my friends are popping pills.

Screens can replace brushes

and the color's what you feel.

ive lost track of my yesterday,

let tomorrow only see the past.

The present is a dream to me

and i hope it only lasts.

For 15 minutes i watched you bloom

like flowers to wilt too soon.

I've interviewed you all behind the camera's eye.

You grow roots in my money

trying to eat ish and fly.

But ill be the one who decides

when we die.

Signed,

Andy.

(From the collection Delirium, Delirium.)