The Artist
He brightens a canvas with shades of yellow,
And many think he’s a jaundiced fellow.
But alas he says “just let them below,
It’s their indirect way of saying, just hello”.
The painter’s images maintain a stand,
Strokes and textures from a guided hand.
And what they say is anybody’s guess,
Cause very often its one big mess.
For the learned eye it’s just called art,
To the artist off course it’s straight from the heart.
From Leonardo to Picasso and Roy Liechtenstein,
They’re a motley lot considered half insane.
But for all the conjecture and misguided adventure,
They still are the one’s with a sinister plot.
So whatever you say or the games you play?
The painters are sure that they’re here to stay.
-Prince Freakasso
(Painter and Poet)
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