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I’m like Van Gogh
But my ear is still intact
Friends? Gone. Into the shade
Left only dust
And dry, brittle rot
My kin throw scraps
Like to a dog, right into my soul
And I’ve gotta die
Just to make them value this moral?
Theo, brother, hello!
I’m living with a woman again
Our family says
She’s a "fallen" one
We’re eating potatoes
And dreaming
I’ll put on my green glasses
To hide the way I cry
I’ll play my jazz
I’ll play for luck, do or die
Shout you’re not one of us
Spit in my face
I can't live any other way
I’m like Van Gogh
I lived. I shared
I could
Van Gogh style
When I’m dead — the sales will soar
Today they told me
Too much of an artist
Pointed a finger
And judged me
But you know
I was unloading the warehouse
So that my woman
Wouldn’t starve
I’ll put on my green glasses
To hide the way I cry
I’ll play my jazz
I’ll play for luck, do or die
Shout you’re not one of us
Spit in my face —
I can't live any other way
I’m like Van Gogh
I lived. I shared
I could
Van Gogh style
When I’m dead — the sales will soar
No one asks
If I’m sick
They don't care if I’ve got a full belly
Troubles of my own
The phone rings. I answer dry
It hurts
Again, not a family
And for now, I’m like Van Gogh
But my ear is still intact
You’ll say
Go to your whores
Okay
I’ll put on my green glasses
To hide the way I cry
I’ll play my jazz
I’ll play for luck, do or die
Shout you’re not one of us
Spit in my face
I can't live any other way
I’m like Van Gogh
I lived. I shared
I could
Van Gogh style
When I’m dead — the sales will soar
Van Gogh style
I could
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