…In My Art. - What I Now Live 4

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…In My Art. - What I Now Live 4

By Ross E F Lombardi

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If I were an accountant.

Fully qualified and charted.

I would work from home for under minimum wage per hour.

To devalue the work of all the other accountants.

To piss on their lives and their private schools, mortgages, and happier lives than mine.

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If I were a lawyer.

A good one from Harvard Law.

I would work from home for under minimum wage per hour.

To devalue the work of all the other Lawyers.

Still living in a bedsit and charging so little for my skills

- That the government would still have to subsidise my meagre lifestyle.

Better subsidising me, giving legal advice to others, for next to nothing,

That subsidising landmines that blow the legs off innocent children in showers of blood and horror.

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If I were a doctor.

With my MD and knowledge.

I would work from home for under minimum wage per hour.

To force down the value of all other health care.

To piss on the lives of posh doctors and their love of money, -

Their hopes and dreams of nice cars and holidays abroad.

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If I were a supplier of diamonds, truffles, or gold.

With an endless supply from just dreams, nightmares and vapour mind mist.

I would sell from home and make, for myself, ONLY the minimum wage per hour.

To destroy the system, the market, and all that is around me.

Not for any higher morals or political agenda.

Just because I am angry.

Just for spite.

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But I am none of these…

I am an artist.

An artist full of calculated ice-cold rage.

Who has given up on ever being happy.

Now ask Me again…

…Why I sell my Art so cheap…

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You can ask me,

And I will usually lie to your face.

With a smile.

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But hear what I have just hinted at - for ‘a’ type of truth.

Not the Only truth, but just one of many truths,

And you find the real reason

The real reason I live for.

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I Now live to burn the world and giggle.

To lick the sour ashes and drool over the dust.

With a hard-on in my hand –

…And joyless smile on my painful lips.

If I can never be happy again,

Then FUCK everyone else!

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Now ask yourself again…

…Why I might sell my Art so cheap…

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