The Nothing Maker

He doesn't make shoes
 Or design a new shirt
 Or take photographs
 But no one gets hurts
 And he doesn't look trendy
 Like guys in magazines
 You won't see him at parties
 He's not the face behind the scene.
 He makes nothing
 He's the nothing maker
 He's the maker of nothing
 He's the nothing maker
 And he doesn't paint pictures
 Or write poetry
 Or act on a stage
 For others to see
 and he don't expect much
 Santa Claus knows
 Cause he doesn't make list
 Of toys and new clothes
 Everyone's chasing
 A reason to live
 Mostly they take more than they give
 The succeeder justifies
 Why he needs more than the rest
 He believes his own lies
 And thinks he's the best...
 But my guy
 Doesn't make movies
 To suit an audience's whim
 He lives by a code
 Known only to him
 And he doesn't make money
 To buy watches and cars
 Cause there's no time and no place to go
 For a man who has nothing to show