Crayons

I used to choose brands
To make my art outstand
But plenty of bucks is what it demands

I used to paint with hue
But I always pick the color blue
And now I'm wondering 'cause I don't have a clue

Here I stand
Having these crayons in my hand
Cheaper than what it sound
But this is all I found

I think I have to let you know
That I have to let it go
For my career is at stake
And I'm afraid to break.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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