I'm but a blank canvas
here for your artwork
you can paint me pretty
or be a mean jerk
whatever you project
is not from me
your reactionary paint
is easy to see
we had a deal
and I came thru
as you dig up your shite
you fling that poo
at my canvas
but it is you
I'm only the canvas
as white as they come
to enable your healing
back to god from bum
ignore me or blame
you must be healed
now or later
the inevitable pill
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