Photography

WAR PHOTOGRAPHER
The Holocaust was artistic through the camera lens...
Shock value's acceptable when horror and good lighting blend.
It's my job to imprison images forever on celluloid...
Equipped with digital but just in case, the 35 and Polaroid.
When there was shooting in Afghanistan I was shooting too...
And I risk my life here in Iraq cuz the Pulitzer goes to so few.
Currently my status is small time but if I get my one wish...
I'll have the Time of my Life and never again sell pics to Ogrish.
Consider me a mercenary cuz my kind die for cash in attacks...
Faces of Death can rear their heads when muzzles flash back.
But I'll never ignore war, I'm destined to be famous...
Humanity's barbarism ensures that fame as long as God never tames us.
EVERYDAY MAN
Brunette hair and a loving smile, legs that go on forever...
And me right next to her, hearts entwined never to be severed.
Toddler hands in mid-clap, open laugh and glee in her eyes...
Standing tall in a great big world though she's only waist high.
One 8 by 10, two 5 by 7's, and eight wallet sizes...
Didn't really need pics for my hip but Olan Mills decides this.
So that's eleven glossies for me to dwell on, reliving memories...
I should have more but up till now never cared for photography.
Hated the flash, always looked fat, so I shied away from most...
So I thank the day I caved otherwise I'd only be seeing their ghosts.
TWISTED CLICKS
Confined behind glass, concave walls were once a hobby...
But now I lash out, all because of two types of photography.
Daytime employment's the origin of hate, I've daily cold tormentors...
Screaming kids are just tips of icebergs, at the Wal-Mart Photo Center.
I have to call the obese thin, cater to their egos to no end...
Show a fake smile while holding in bile cuz an old lady shit her Depends.
And when night falls I go on call cuz my day job pays so lean...
I supplement income when lives succumb to the violence at crime scenes.
Police confide cuz I'm on inside snapping away at the gore...
Learning the clues and how they knew but I don't tell em what for.
I just click away at brains splattered and limbs scattered, losing sanity...
Cuz intestinal fortitude's good to see but not cuz it's on the street.
The only thing left was seeing their last breath so I went the extra mile...
I'm taking supplementing to another level and forcing the cops to dial.
A hunt and a kill, an expression of will, my finances increase steadily...
Developing a passion for releasing aggression all thanks to photography.
PROJECT KID
I don't care about photography, to me it has no worth...
Momma was a crackhead and I've been blind since birth.

The End

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