Rotting away, I look at the body as it tosses in rain..
sometimes it makes me nauseous and hate the toxins that wait
the streets run red with the same nuisances as yesterday
between the normalcy of life what am I being stressed to paint?
I send streaks to the same place the sewage floats
tell my closest that
You need to see this shitty portrait yo
We laugh...& spend time working crosswords in the NY Times
and why lie...I spill my cappuccino while eating my breakfast wrapped burrito
I know the skill got my opponents green with envy...pass the weed yo
each line becomes a representation of the cards Im dealt
got a red head whose 5 7 fabricate my existence, see how odd I felt
the resemblance is striking as I scramble to assemble my lighting
I never felt so blue about where the grass is greener
its all work to me though, give that brush back to teacher...
back to the streets where I draw inspiration on the back of theaters
I rush to finish a piece without the colorful....wack demeanor
<3 @
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