I wanna paint
Trust me,it won't be quaint
Neither sparing my pastel
Nor my palette
I picture my canvass
Like a vulture eyeing a carcass
The picture in my head
Like the grain stored in a shed
My brush ready
Though not certain there is a category for me in the Grammy's
Splashing,spraying
Whoosh!my brush goes!
Oh!the likes of this will never have clones
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