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
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