I am an Artist
I am an artist,
A very unique of the sort,
Watch as I paint on my wrist,
Watch as I paint in crimson red,
The paintbrush tears,
Through layer and layer,
As the paint spills and laughter fills the air,
You'll find me on the bathroom floor,
For I am an artist,
But the artist doesn't want to do anything anymore.
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