YOU ARE A STREET GOD
high roller, you don’t need no trip abroad.
You have a Dionysian creative spirit,
It’s already inside you; you’re near it.
Can you hear it? The voice telling you to shoot more
To care less more
Of what others think of your art.
Know that your art is a part if you
That locks tight; superglue.
Dear friend, become a super you
Capture quixotic blues, and cast away the morning gloom.
Stay strapped to your camera in hand,
And fuck having a “master plan” in life
Rather, just take everyday as it comes,
Your creativity ever-flowing, Dionysian coke and rum.
Why do you delay? You’ve already begun.
So shun the haters and art critic masturbators
You’re your own photography self-elator.
You have no glass ceiling;
Unlimited Willy Wonka creative elevator.