Here’s to the outcast
The repeat failures and rebellious misfits
The artists told to forfeit their paintbrushes
The writers told to throw away their manuscripts
The musicians told to destroy their lyrics
This one’s for us, the creatives of Earth
The ones with vivid imaginations
And for those pesky non-creatives
The ones who think we’re all crazy
Those who think our lifestyle is stupid for one reason
They wish we joined their misery too
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We never set out for fame and fortune
This wasn’t the goal from day one
The goal was to promote beauty
Expression through art, stories, and song
Money may lubricate our way of life
All we really need are some loyal fans
People who want to consume our creativity
One project after another
Without fault or impediment
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The reason we’re sometimes broken inside?
The naysayers love to trample our successes
These people without dreams of their own
No aspirations to achieve anything
With the one life given to them
So they took up a hobby
Willfully destroying the ambitions of creatives
On behalf of all the creatives
How dare they!
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Despite the accusations of naysayers
The creatives know how to cope
They find comfort in one another
‘Your work is lovely’
‘They have no idea what they’re talking about’
Our creative friends comment
Except on rare occasions
We never pat ourselves on the back
We prefer to overcome the poisons of our demons
We choose to push forward through their hatred
And shrug off their vile confrontations
We understand the importance of pursuing creativity
Than to solely chase after extra money
We don’t want to live on the streets
Nobody wants to be homeless
And we hate dead-end jobs
They siphon our creative fuels
The higher octanes necessary to create
If not kill our brain cells as well
We understand the need for a day job
Which we hope is only a short-term affair
Creatives understand the need for day jobs
Careers that culture our visionary spirits
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We never set out for fame and fortune
This wasn’t the goal from day one
The goal was to promote beauty
Expression through art, stories, and song
Money may lubricate our way of life
All we really need are some loyal fans
People who want to consume our creativity
< >
One project after another
Without fault or impediment
The reason we’re sometimes broken inside?
The naysayers love to trample our successes
These people without dreams of their own
No aspirations to achieve anything
With the one life given to them
So they took up a hobby
Willfully destroying the ambitions of creatives
On behalf of all the creatives
How dare they!