Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
So Picasso
Nixed entirely, the
Idea of painting my
Face before the flood
Seems full of complaint
And I, a robot of habit,
Continue to turn
Art into ugly,
Ugly into art.
As I glance into
The faulty mirror,
I recognize only terror so true
That the confidence melts
From my eyes.
My normally intimidating face
Turnign Picasso in a
Matter of seconds.
11-4-09
Idea of painting my
Face before the flood
Seems full of complaint
And I, a robot of habit,
Continue to turn
Art into ugly,
Ugly into art.
As I glance into
The faulty mirror,
I recognize only terror so true
That the confidence melts
From my eyes.
My normally intimidating face
Turnign Picasso in a
Matter of seconds.
11-4-09
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So Picasso
So Picasso