PAINt words
but,
I
wrestle with my art so
abstract
my hearts so
Picasso
worried about the future
but we’re all so
so I’m also adding color to the critiques
while they try to
paint the world in black and greys
pearly white smiles at the
pearly gates
I pray there’s no punches from the heavy weight
quick spitting words moving faster than
the Quittich m8
You know - what Potter plays
Heaven
That’s where my Father stays
hittin’ heavy bags make for a light escape
His shoulders
move heavy tones to lighter shades