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