The Art In My Man
The Art In My Man
It's not like I ever understood art
Nor the fuss about it
Nor the prices on it
It's maybe cause I needed to see this art
He has a narrow of fine brown on him
He is well built and well structured
He misses no points
He is as a smile dreamy of but never seen
He is amazingly crafted from Adam's soils
He has not a mistake given
His smiles stretches wide enough
Teeth lined perfect as if a straight line
His eyes wide but enough to recognize beauty
He is a charmer but not Disney like
A Prince of his kind
Polite but rough
Quite a combination of my art
The only structure I wait patiently to see and touch
The only art I cannot afford but yet in my possession
My art, my man
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