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?