I want to be like Van Gogh
His optimism swells
He looks upon his window
And listens to town bells
But one thing you should know
He cut off his own ear
And although he made nice paintings
His ending’s what I fear
History will tell us
‘Twas a self inflicted wound
Historians argue murder
Brought him to his tomb
Maybe like Da Vinci?
With talent to his name
His genius and his skill
Presented him his fame
And although smart and expressive
Da Vinci was depressed
He constantly procrastinated
Detail oriented and obsessed
From projects left unfinished
From Mona Lisa to his plays
From his own understanding
His life was always grey
Fine! You may scoff
Be like Shakespeare, be like Poe
And when you’re done complaining
Pack your things and go!
Well I have news for you
They were artists too
Sure their lives were mostly grit
From Virginia Woolf to Steinback
But that’s the fun of it
That’s what I want to do
Making people happy
Until our lives are through
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