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.