Paint me as the bad guy
with black and red and green.
Paint me any way you want
if it makes you feel seen.
I’ll try to paint a better picture
to hide the lies you spread,
the real artists will see the wrong
how runny is the red.
You’ve got my nose all disproportioned
my eyes have a deadly sheen,
the real artists will see the wrong
how yellow is the green.
Eventually the black will fade,
to grey and then to white.
Your fame will falter and then I will
step out into the light.
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