If I could paint

If I could paint

there would be a portrait of my fair damsel

on her mantel piece

and she would tell all of her friends

that it was me

If I could paint

there would be a lineup of her girlfriends

across my front lawn

and they would ask me to paint them

all of her friends

If I could paint

maybe I'd be mad at the starry night

and cut off my ear

and people would pay me millions

after I'm dead

If I could paint

I'd lie on my aching back

for hours on end

and the Pope would congratulate me

then none would care

Here just a thought

about a guy named Harry Potter

raking money

Who gives a crap about painters

I'd rather write

The End

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