these and more than these in poetry

If love can’t save you, art can.
If art can’t save you, love can.
Without either, I don’t know.
Hope for a hell of a blackjack run.
Hope for a passel of money enough
to keep you rolling in momentary fun.
Because when the day comes
that the material is done.
You’re gonna end up aching
for either art or love.

But if you’re gonna wear that heart on your sleeve,
make sure to pick a dark coloured shirt because
that blood’s gonna stain, brother.
That blood’s gonna stain.

Look at these bloody arms
look at these stained sleeves
look at these look at these
two bucks in my pocket
begging for love scraping on my knees
but I got art and that is somethin’
look at these
look at these.