Be Careful
Be careful what you thirst for
It may just drown you
Time has come to swim above this crashing
A wet collective of wave runners
Pushing eagerly against the culture
Creating superficial faces of success
Instead of glamorizing inner glory and ambition
Talent ignored for price tags
Passion bumped for posers
A rat pack of children dressed as zombies
Slugging their loneliness around masked by luxury labels
Laughing at the struggling artists for struggling
But we indeed have the last laugh
When their stolen looks fade
Their charisma is surpassed
And their lack of skill revealed
So we must change the face of our future’s success
Stare in the mirror and change what we see
Showcase real people behind the deceiving shadows
Shadows of dark humans with holes in their hearts
Hiding behind Helmut and withering beneath Wang
Playing pretend in a man made monitor of theatric lies
Filthy fingers enslaved and enchanted by the magic of hype
Sitting in chrome boxes blinded by the screen of an iPhone
Dancing in circles of false friends for the sake of an image
Man, fuck that bullshit
Fuck being another Internet chump
Instead I’m gonna piss in the fountain of a youth gone mad
Molded by commercial full on fuckery
Forgotten of those creatives who built this culture
Built this art world on raw emotions and untouched ideas
Painters and writers who voiced a generation of action
Of considerate contribution to the world
To relate and create beyond a beautiful face
But from the depths of an ugly fucking soul
Leslieann Elle Santiago
Stylist | Writer | Curator