Artistic Hangover

I have to figure out How to start being that famous person outside this henhouse. I want it so desperately, my own sparkling career. but here I am stuck here with memories of hens and roosters that must have lived here inside this little house the house belonged to them until they met their cruel destiny and they didn't know that things could be different, but I know I know that some day after they all were dead and all gone then I came To their house Their little old Henhouse And made it My studio And I am sure That great art Will be made Right here So I try hard To work a little but all I can do At the moment is nothing or maybe to kick in the door or perhaps the wall. And Then the frail wood might Crackle Or Maybe It will not It is not worth My efforts Maybe I end up as a loser with no hope just a pathetic loser or maybe not. If I try to appear as A distinguished artist, I will transform Into a significant figure and appear as an important person. or maybe It is not worth My efforts Or will I be Recognized As an intellectual force Of great Importance Some day But Today I am not in the mood To be neither significant nor important at all. And My arms Feel so Heavy and they hang heavily over my bony knees and I bump my head impatiently towards my hands over and over again and then I know I should work, but I regret to say I feel so completely uninspired today Last night I was at this party and I feel that It was me Who was the big party star and Naturally I drank A whole lot As I am able to Drink a lot of alcohol. And I might even have been drunk, but everybody was and the party itself was a boring show. That party That very stupid And boring party last night is probably the reason why I did not feel in my best mood when I woke up this morning But still very determined I crawled out of my warm bed at eleven o'clock sharp. Right after breakfast dutiful as I always am I went Straight across the courtyard and over to my little hut the old henhouse but now it is my studio and Inside of it I flop down on my desk. I try to appear Both charming and interesting and I know that possibly a wonderful day my dream may come through somehow. Hopefully it is just a matter of time. Because I certainly have got what it takes to succeed since I am obviously supposed to be an important person and I have been important All my life To me. I know that I have always been an important person deep down in my soul and to my mother I am so distinguished and I probably Just have to wait for a short while and then my fame will occur and establish itself. But if my dream by accident should let me down and prove to not come true I do not break down In anger and despair Because I do not care What people say So then I am prepared to live in my dream forever And I will not let the dream of my life slip away Last night I was a sort of a king of the party but where did it go The feeling of high importance have slipped away while I slept And Today I am obviously not the king of anything. I feel so terrible uninspired and exhausted I am So I cannot stand the sight of a single person today and here I am doing nothing but staring blankly into space. Here I am all alone With myself and my endlessly boring projects but without a single idea about anything at all Not anywhere Outside or inside of my beautiful big head is any brilliant idea so then I do not know what to do I just do not Have a clue of what to do So help me mother Give me more Love And the fame I need I need it now