I thought you loved your only art.
I thought I would always be a part
of what we shared: You broke my heart.
I now know that your true creed
is neither art nor love: It’s greed.
It turns out it’s not my love you need.
Too much is never enough, it seems.
You’ve turned to ***** tricks and schemes.
Cold hard cash instead of dreams.
Wallow in your piles of money.
But here’s the rub; and it ain’t funny--
you’re not above the law yet, honey.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 11:42 PM UTC
I thought you loved your only art.
I thought I would always be a part
of what we shared: You broke my heart.
I now know that your true creed
is neither art nor love: It’s greed.
It turns out it’s not my love you need.
Too much is never enough, it seems.
You’ve turned to ***** tricks and schemes.
Cold hard cash instead of dreams.
Wallow in your piles of money.
But here’s the rub; and it ain’t funny--
you’re not above the law yet, honey.
