Applaud Does Not Pay
Who pays our bills
While singing our praises
Whose cup should be filled
With the blue of our blazes
It is those who don’t care
If our white balance fails
The ones, unaware
Unable to tell
We call it ignorance
A happy, naive
We’d kill to convince
But they’ll still never see
Pulling tricks from our hat
Shows no reward
Our purpose feels flat
Our talents, ignored
Migrating elsewhere
We feed our egos
With others who care
How a frame is composed
At the end of the day
We’re less than content
Applaud doesn’t pay
Not the smallest percent
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2017
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