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.