Two blurrily leer
The camera struggles to see
As the subjects peer
Half-eyed at a screen,
How the world loves them!
They clap their hands with joy,
Celebrate the drunken antics
Of the dull girl and the arrogant boy.

One blearily works
On her own ’til she struggles to see
Crafting beautiful works from nothing,
For joy. For love. For free.