It's the Painter
I’m just a painter, dressed in white
In your office, painting all night
Never to see me, gone before light
Been told by your boss, you don’t like the smell
Here to please you, said what the hell
As long as they pay, all will be swell
Now during the night, while moving your desk
Rolled out from under, something grotesque
Left over I’m sure, Christmas burlesque
Next time my dear, watch out for your stock
Guy beside you, he left a sock
Not from Christmas, now I’m in shock
All have nice families, seen in the photos
Girl in the corner, lots of mementos
Guy with the sock though, he drives two Pintos
Painting near done, seen all your shows
Don’t feel so bad, that’s how it goes
Next time good people, don’t leave the clothes
The boss left beside you, a flat folding box
Place all your stuff in, including the clocks
It wasn’t just put there, to throw out pet rocks
Well now that I’m done, hope you enjoy
Color you look at, have to be coy
Couldn’t tell you, colorblind boy
Copyright © Ronald Kent | Year Posted 2016
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