You're not a masterpiece, artist.
You're not a symphony either.
You're a disaster... a massacre.
It's not your doing... no
It's theirs.
Depreciation of beauty.
They shot your legs off.
Artist, you're wheelchairless.
Crawling on your pens
your paint brushes
your diagrams
theories
all turned to mush...
You're a masterpiece, world.
A real gem. |