Don’t fuck with me, fellas;
This isn’t my first time at the rodeo.
You will not bottle me
Like I’m a Madonna Blonde or a weak bitch.
My eye makes you jealous
Because you’ve seen what’s in my portfolio.
And, I was blessed to see
That you use cola to bemuse and bewitch.
My endorsement can sell
But my pictures can uncover and reveal.
My graphic art can say
That you are too blue to rule the red and white.
I run like a gazelle
To your black liquor because it tastes so real.
But, to my great dismay,
Your promises are plastic, and that’s not right.
Artists are underpaid.