Rita Poem by dun one

Sitting in front of a blank canvas
Wonderin' what to do
All my life I been thinking bout what paint to use
Now I see clearly, that it’s all a joke
Was it all the lies or was it all the smoke
Well Rita she’s out their
Her minds buzz’n too
Yet I wonder
Is she sittin’ front a blank canvas
Wonder’n what to do
Well the proffesor spoke clearly in slacks and a tie
Too clearly to crack what’s between him and I
All his life he’s been teaching
Teaching what to do
AInt it clear man its all up to you
Well the train kept on rollin through the forest of pines
To the city of pity and real good times
While I aint certain why she keeps on juttin’ down the line
Hell she drops me right in the heart of that good time city every time