I Don’t Understand Why Art Has To Be A Business
I don’t really understand why
But I just don’t like any of this stuff
The way other people seem to.
I don’t come here for attention, I come here
For expression. That’s about it.
Everyone else is asking for money and tips
I need those things but I am
Sick to my stomach thinking about
Demanding money from people
On the premise of my identity.
I am not for sale, and I don’t have a product
To push to you. I am just a person
Writing, talking, and playing music.
I don’t know why you all need it
To be capitalist
In order to respect it, and I also don’t understand
Why you all keep selling your identities
As if that on it’s own is a product
I need something else, a perspective
Something that makes me feel connected
To the art that you created
Something besides your desire
To be famous. I do all of this
Because if I didn’t
It would bleed out of me into my personal life
The way all pent up anger and feelings
Eventually flow into suppressed places in your mind
I don’t understand why art
Has to be a business