She's told herself often, that she was an artiste, but no one buys her paintings, and her art is the least. Yet she just won't give up, and persists with the dream, but the rent must be paid, and she hears the kids scream. Took a comely young boy friend, who himself pushed the idea, that he too was an artist, without talent sincere. Got her fat with a child, and like many another, left both quite alone, just like his dad did to mother. Now on dating sites hot, with the radar up high, for a schlub who can bankroll, the fantasy nigh. Hope she finds what she needs, since she's not in the way, to work for a living, each and every day. We've all met such types, who are good for a roll, in the hay now and then, but not for one's soul. Nor for marriage sincere, as commit we all should, unless a prenup gets signed, legally tight and quite good.