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 dirty 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.