worth

As i robe to get to work
i like to shout at the mirror
"I'm an artist"
not a corporate cow
grazing on the fake green grass
of the background image
on the desktop of the PC screen


i swear that today,
i shall keep my head
where my buckles are
but too soon
my mouth is open wide
spreading the good news
of the fact that "I'm an artist!"
not some office oaf
picking my nose between
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So one of these good days
I'll resign
after months of
standardisation.
So that I wake and accept,
joyfully oblige
and need not convince myself
that "I'm an artist!"
instead of some fucking fashionista
with a plastic toy camera
that i can pose with in pictures
instead of taking them.