At dawn, it comes off intellectual
Ink to paper at midnight
And now it’s contextual, difficult
Dreams of glitz at the pinnacle
Just hours prior
Stay grounded with sampled sounds
And what amounts to
Beatboxing in a church choir
Culture buyers and check writers can’t be choosers
And fad consumers can’t mansion-hop out of feeling useless
Day-boozers and auto-tuners shoot for the moon
A lunar mission running solely on fumes
One giant leap or two
Won’t get you halfway down the street, and soon
It’s better, objectively
But now the crosswalks blend together
And your best effort affected… three?
Hundred?
Thousand?
“Wow”s from news stands dissipate instantly
You outspent your advance
And pass up infinite second chances
To stare blankly at online rants
Designer pants
And pictures from trains you never rode in France.
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