List off my transgressions

Bring to light my bitter world

You will find I am not perfect

And my ways are not your own

I am the listless patron

I am the scolded son

But my art will bring you goosebumps

My poetry will light your heart

Words will set your chest on fire

Imagination will spur you on again


Fuck you

Lose? Not I

For I will overcome

My efforts will prove victorious

And my canvas is free and wild

So forgive me my lack of patience

Your audience brings hope

To the sad strokes of the paintbrush

And the colors that do not match