Content Conman

When films were more than just reboots for tickets
Commerce has turned a corner
Artistry’s crammed in the backseat
One is content and one’s commercial, I suppose
Which is content and which is commercial? I don’t know
Throwing a guilty party, eating crow out on the balcony
Crying, «listen to me!»
They killed the radio station long ago
They’re killing the brick and mortar nice and slow
We’re slumming in an art form
Based on the three minute earworm
One is content and one’s commercial, I suppose
Which is content and which is commercial? I don’t know
Stuck at this guilty party, struck by a plaque in the bathroom
It quipped, «Art is Pure Shit»
Oh god, to write with no audience in mind
Oh god, to write just because you have to write
It’s a fool’s errand at best
Lest you commit to your base self — art is pure shit
Content conman
Content conman