I’m a niche in a niche-artform, why would I stress about a fanbase?

I’m a needle in a hay-stack where not a lot of people like hay

That’s a straw fact and I’m ok with that, I do this because I like it

The best things in life are abstract, like a pineapple on a cyclist.

I do social-media, and yea, I could probably do a lot more

But when it comes to working out what to do I get overwhelmed by the thought

I’m overwhelmed by the sheer amount of content that’s up on line

And I’m meant to be one of them vying to occupy your mind

There’s a finite amount of time that people have to spend watching things

There’s bigger voices with bigger arms and a bigger reach than me

It seems if you scream loud enough the draw-bridge will open up

When the promise land on the other side is probably just as f*cked

I don’t wonna play that game and even if I did, I probably wouldn’t

My status from the off would be like going to war with something wooden

I waste time worrying about saying things that I probably shouldn’t

When the goal-posts shift like sh*t, after laxatives in a pudding

Sometimes I think back to all the jobs that I did

And laugh when I’m whinging, thinking ‘things could be worse than this’

I’ve got mates that probably think I’m a prick, when I’m getting up on my high-horse

When they’re getting up at 4, doing a job that they find s*it

I moan about filling out hard questions on funding-forms

Ranting on about who writes these forms and who they’re written for

When really I should be concentrating on making things that I wonna make

Like writing bars where I embody everything that I hate

‘Shutup mate, you’re boring’

Yep I’m boring mate, I know

But what do I do about it, when so much gets my goat

I wish that I could be one of them who say’s that they don’t vote

‘Because they’re all a bunch of C-WORDS’ like corrupt, conniving and coke

It’s a world of easy wins putting things in boxes and bins

But it’s never all that simple, good and evil, what about in-between?

Yin and yang, what happened to that? Like Muffasa on the mount

There’s a darkside in the picture and I’m Cymba trying to figure it out

(c) Paul Cree 2023

now, what do you wonna say?