The Artist II
Oh that’s it,
I’ve found it.
The thing that’s missing from this piece.
A perfect moment of pure inspiration,
What a fantastic thing to have.
Drawing in artistic sickness from the barrier around you.
Oh, baby.
I can feel inspiration coursing through my veins like a violent blizzard.
I’m almost done here.
Art’s Stone Age ends quietly.
Here’s the finale, your funeral march.
Sometimes you must be bold to create new art forms.
Now that is one beautiful line.
Slice and dice, my beautiful scythe.
Crimson, blood orange, maroon.
This color and shape,
It truly is a work of art.
You’re very lucky.
Because you were able to become a part of my masterpiece.
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