Welcome to the realm of creative individuals

welcome to the classy glass walls,

copious consumption of caffiene,

welcome to the cluster of pens

spewing ink down the halls.

Paint runs in fountains,

we drink the words in though our nostrils

with a rolled up dollar bill.

A sad representation of each future paycheck.

Welcome to the realm of creative individuals,

welcome to the nosebleeds and shattered glasses,

picked up with shaking hands,

placed crookedly across the bridge of a

broken nose.

Covering the top of each tear streaked cheek.

Behind the lenses rigs the last word, "Fag!"

Welcome to the realm of creative individuals,

welcome to the phrase, "NEXT!"

that shatters a soul with one reverberation,

that presses muscled shoulders down to mid-chest.

Welcome to the realm of creative individuals

welcome to the only revolution that there is.