Creativity Died and Left Me Nothing

I waste my days
Doing art.
Brand: Oh-So-Called
For people who don't know art.

I want to get away from these
Marketing Mummies
Stumble me down
Back alleys of troubled minds.

Plastic Frankenstein.
I make little monsters
That collect dimes
In s****y piles.

What's the point?
Expression is a vaguely overheard term
I catch on coffee breaks like
Background noise in bathroom sinks.

I was born frustrated
And I'll die a loon.
While my disasters go over
Like lead balloons.

(I'm going to take you all with me)