chalk it up to experience
he was a young boy.. only seven, but gifted
well beyond his years in both his fears and afflictions
mom worked as a waitress while his daddy's face formed shapeless
abandoned before birth, father serviced as a statement
to the hatred he held in, buried in his brainy basement
but the family forms a bond despite his dad's displacement
so fate went..
and time marched ever forward as our protagonist grew
skipped grades ahead of peers as the passionate do
a graduate soon, the young man put his thoughts into view
painting pictures with elixirs that helped him imbue
the colors of his rage from his mind onto the page
his teachers called him brilliant as he quickly came of age
glibly, he engaged.. you see, this hobby was private
anonymous artist from the start, his work was meant to be silent
a bitter boy remained inside without an interest in guidance
and so his muse's meanings took a turn for the violent
first there was the ceiling mural, then gymnasium wall
followed that with feelings plural in the atrium hall
paintings once performed with the merriment of monet
obtained a ruddy hue hinting at his mental decay
staff insisted on assisting with this troubling turn
and put the bothered boy into a program to address their concerns
there they leave him for a decade, maybe more or maybe less
either way the now grown man finds himself free to be assessed
upon approval he's released upon an unfamiliar world
knowing nothing but his artwork (which is all that he prefers)
he finds an empty parking lot as a canvas for his domain
and removes a satchel of the chalks he smuggled on the plane
he goes to work, so vivid now, explains away his pain
himself posed as a supercar, potential unrestrained
then suddenly the cracks emerged and wipe away the matter
the old man, a commuter car, falls down and leaves him shattered
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