Creative souls have a dream to learn

A happy life without money

In well-being and cozy comfort

Slacker immerses in songwriting

No worries about the income

No rent, no credit balance

No rat race, just strings and drumsticks

Are enough — and screw the schemes

For money spoils the art creation

Corrupts the essence of dreamers

What’s it that a human needs?

Just clothes, a roof and yummy dinners

If only there could time and shelter

Some coffee and unlimited smokes,

The rhymes would fall in perfect motive

And we’ll exist without mopes

Songs would roll out in huge print runs

Like the bills fresh from the minting

A sheaf of hits will storm world charts

Climbing the top pushing unflinching

Would pour like rain with the might of

Thunder, lightning’s sudden glory

To wake the deaf and to set alight

The crowd of fans that crave new stories

I really want to feel it one day

Be blessed with my empty pockets

And having zeroed-out bank accounts

Expired cards, ever missing profits

But not to starve or freeze and to

Quench my thirst with sparkling water

On earth, not heaven get it all

The cherished dream of lazy squatter

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Help this guy

To start anti-financial life

Need to find

Somewhere free

Of lawyers-keepers of hellfire

Come on, try

To build something an unusual type

Too much lying

Down to get up and play

As we desire