Have you ever heard the one about the artist who had his brush confiscated?
They took his paint, canvases and his illustrations
They locked him in a laboratory basement, swallowed the key, straight ate it
Now they peer through a two way mirror to check how his days is
On day one he paced impatient, looking for any way of escapin’
Days 2-2000 he did the same shit
Until that fateful morning when the researchers came in
And saw a pair of legs just danglin’
He hung himself with a chain of raiment
But before that he crafted one last masterpiece
The once bleached lab was spotted with splattered ink
But among the smeared scarlet was a glaring red note “alas you see...
You can take my sketches, my free will, beat and batter me
You can banish me, make me a mockery push me to the absolute brink of sanity
And I admit it may be maddening but it does nothing to change the fact
That I can never change, it’s in my blood to write these tragedies.”
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