Starving Artist

a starving artist, raw and rude
(and chronically misunderstood)
refusing money, Hollywood
and might does not make right

is there sillier cliché
can't find it in my attaché
and I've so many, trebuchet
could send them, day and night

have any doubts? go grab some tea
and try to price an NFT
ask Banksy, while he sips Chablis
the price he paid for fame

in truth, Faust always sells his soul
for sex, for drugs, for rock and roll
no, the true artist is no prole
and knows to play the game

Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2797037-poetry-and-money