I’m driving to drink
To walk around a town on the brink
Is it all just pretension, culture swirling the sink
Sitting in a loft downtown
Paid for by daddy’s money and stepmommy’s wink
I’m an artist I declare
I find my muse in the bottle of locally sourced heritage rum
My friends all say I’m groundbreaking
It’s breathtaking
This painting
It’s really about the brushstrokes that I didn’t use
The parties are thrown for desperations sake
One last wake
One last fling
I guess I’ll go to law school
Pelgris 