Painting Pretty

I’m painting pretty There are things you don’t know So don’t give me pity For facing my foe A bright streak on white paper Whiter than snow Pretty poison vapor But how would you know? There are things people hide Covered up with smiles But the truth that’s inside Is indifferent to changed styles I’m painting pretty prints Of ugly things And though I drop hints You see empty anythings My friend, I warn you not to trust A pretty painting For it may display disgust When the weather looks least like raining