Starving Artist

I’ve got lots of brain power
And a mind that’s been blued
Most the women around me are sour
I'm their bulimia food
My heart is troubled and my mind is tender
My experiences are plane and seldom
But for a dollar from a big spender
I would quickly sell them
My pockets are dry and I don’t know why
My notebook is full of gold
I gave it all, I fall I fly
But I remain to be unsold
Although I'm mainly working for free
I'm no worse off than you who’s hot
So please do not criticize me
This is what I love to do and it’s all that I've got