Imagemaker

Black asphalt carpet stroke my feet

Internal rhythm clocks the beat

Liquid refreshment indiscreet

Poetic license so concrete



On the way towards the light

Blind ambition blurs my sight

The hand which guides me through the night

Has left me alone



Sitting pretty on my chair

My two way mirror shields the glare

Narcissus bows in useless prayer

This franchised ego needs repair



Imagemaker come to me

Make me things that I should be

I am only what you see

And you're wanting more



Champagne Minds and Cold Duck Hearts

And who knows where the bullshit starts

the biggest grins on the biggest sharks

In the only pond that pays

Mass distribution through master relations

Can you get a leg up on the favored nation

Can you count your long career in days



So check the odds and place your bet

Let's have some quiet on this set

Some standard moody silhouette

I'll hatch another image yet