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How complicated we are;
never wanting to lose our luster,
just to be malleable in the most devious of ways.
How selfish we are;
not being able to burn to ashes,
Our art has no real meaning behind it
And if you ask us, we’ll say
“I made what I wanted, you tell me why”
Then we’ll leave it with you for a collection of dimes
So carry it off, this piece of culture emulated