Not A Masterpiece For The Kids Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I build my masterpiece
Retched and rotten
I sat on the ground for to long
Now its all wrong
So out of place
That I don't even recognize my own face
Its all a blur
So I sit and stir
A merge
A blend of paints
Trying to draw the saints
But I already know they ain't
Its plain to see
From what has been giving to me
Its not perfect
Its a catastrophe
Utter destruction
Poor in taste
I think I need some mace
I know how to make a waste of something so fake
I'd rather draw a picture of a lake
Pure and clean
At least it seems
But who ever really knows
Only time shows
What is what
And who really gives a fruck
Another donation to some christian organization
So some vip can have a boy sex slave on a regular basis
So defacing
I rather write on the wall
Graffiti as true art
It comes straight from the heart
Kids and their imagination
Someday they will meet my demon
And the choices will be very bleak
No where near as neat
Its of the here and now
I sit in awe
Another wow
I'm dumbfounded by the very limitations
Of a mind
Who must grow up
Only to realize our world its completely gone
Now go play with that rubber duck in the tub
Enjoy life while its fun
Then get ready to run