Artistic License

We scorn but secretly admire those creative geniuses who
care only for their art and selfishly indulge themselves
in whatever keeps their creative juices flowing.

The musician who soars in heroin induced improvisations.
The artist who paints nude portraits of his underage mistress.
The writer who drafts crime novels from an alcohol haze.

We fantasize about their freedom and envy their ability to engage
in wanton artistic expression that brings artistic gratification
but not happiness.