artist

Give me room,
Give me space,
I'm artistic
Don't look at my paper
Don't look at my face
I'm at work

Don't bug me
Don't bore me
I am fragile
You try to label
Then try to store
But I'm changing

Who gives a shit about Artists
Who cares if they are or they are not
The only reason for announcement
is to make sure you're secure of a grant

Just because they put pen to paper
Because we allot them as "they"
Some Tycoon with paper and pushing
Makes us believe what they say

So Stand by with your green stuff and vinyl
Come put your gold letters on me
my message for all parting admirers
"I wrote this song making the tea"