The Lonely Artists Federation

Welcome to the Lonely Artists' Federation,
riding our empty souls across the nation.

Hoping that you'll pity us.
Hoping that you'll sleep with us.
Hoping that you'll buy our art,
and we'll be rich,
and live in rapturous luxury;
but that future is elusive,
our greatness inconclusive,
so we paint our souls,
of black and blood,
we sing our songs of sweat and mud.

We'd quit and settle down, in love, if we could,
but we can't find like-minded girls,
with like-minded inclination,
to delight our world, our nation,
and join the Lonely Artists' Federation.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.