I lost my jacket, heels and case

i left them way behind.

I cut my hair and changed my spex,

become another kind.

I left the ranks of the well paid

I missed the Budget speech,

I said goodbye to 9 to 5…

It all is out of reach.

‘These days I google concept art

i analyze, I sketch

i think about amorphous blobs

And starving, arty, wrecks.

im thankful for this change in stance

im happy, but it’s funny

I’d not go back, I’d not return

but, oh, I miss the money.