Wrote this a while back and was wondering what you all think. Picasso Don't Got Shit on Me I am a painter, using my palm as a pallet Social fabrications intertwine themselves around my paintbrush I illustrate the countryside using post cards from relatives as references carefully painting the sky a variety of muted reds and oranges as to fulfill the dreams of tourists enjoying the fruits of a third world country turning a blind eye to sheet metal shacks aiming their viewfinder at the white sand beaches and palm trees In order to paint the flag pins on politicians lapels I use the smallest brush I can find, his name is Republindopendemocrat He speaks to me in an elegant language known as "Bullshit" Which, despite its name is a very beautiful language have you no dictionary, you'll think the genocide of millions of people quite reasonable I use the same rose colored wash on every church,temple,and mosque but to no avail, the sheep that flock to these buildings are colorblind shouting "Hallelujah" to the excommunication of Homosexuals, Drinkers, Pot smokers, Unbaptized children And myself, I am world weaving factory worker who lassos stars on Hollywood Boulevard And tosses them into the night sky, reuniting them with their egos. I am Treehugging Stockbroker who plants seeds over the corpses of Sudanese children And hopes the rain will help the seedlings grow until leaves eventually cover their faces I am sports-playing drug abuser who refuses to kick the habit And instead shoots up in the bathroom stall of kindergartens across the world But above all I am a Thinker, the greatest of all sins My sin is stepping outside that box, which happens to be perpetually growing Being imaginative is not allowed My next painting must be in 12 point extra bold font, double spaced and follow the MLA format
Very interesting. Non-traditional poetry is really hard to give and critiques on because its so open and free but i did definitely enjoy reading this. I would like to read some more of what you wrote.
