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ART ON COMMAND i wish i wish that i could do it all this time my heart should reach the sky yet can i make it rhyme? i wish i were a master a craftman, engineer and to the top i'd blast her just that suck, i fear to always meet my purpose craft marvellous designs the emptiness it hurts us the need within, it shines have many things to share want to be understood but that for which i care it will not pay so good i wish i were a master i wish that i was great and as the time flies past, er, i guess "O.K."'s my fate make money and don't die now and advertise yourself that's all that you can do? wow. you better climb that shelf it's true my job may suffer and i seem out of touch should not do all My stuff, just i love myself too much i need more time too grow but you want it on command i fear i'm not a robot i'm human, let that stand pretend i'm a machine, then i do not sleep at night trying to make a dream, man so ask, R.U.R.-ite?