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This is not a world for you.

This is not a world for daydreamers.
If your thoughts wander often,
we apologize but this world is not for you.
But this is not a world for being gentle and talking through
your troubles until there is semblance of joy.

This is not a world for beauty
No more than what will really sell.
If you thought otherwise, we apologize.
But it is not a world for softly resting your head
against assurance.

So please, just.
Find out what catches peoples' attention.
What is it that people like.
Find out how to put things so that
They will buy the most
From the money they spend by making
other people buy other things.

This is not a world for song and dance,
We apologize. But if you want to lose yourself
there are other ways
As long as you purchase.

This is not a world for feeling.
It is a world for sensation.
Didn't you figure that out already
when you read about evolution?
It is not a world for justification
So if you think otherwise
We apologize

But this is not the world for a drifter.
So take your pianos and brushes and go
We'll take the model of a midi keyboard
And a color palette.
And find out what sells most
You play your mazurkas elsewhere.
This world is not for you.

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