| mydnyght_verse ( @ 2006-04-11 14:28:00 |
Tongue in Cheek
I have no real Talent
My Art is not my own
I've taken bits and pieces
From everyone I've known
A phrase, maybe a stanza
From a piece of Poetry
I switch a word or two around
And it belongs to me
This painting I spent days on
My shirt a paint-stain smear
Please don't look at it too closely
or the numbers may appear
I collect all kinds of interests
They're mostly from my Friends
But sometimes I don't remember where
They end or I begin
My originality is false
A creative fallacy
I only want to be what they are
Because I'm unhappy being me
So I cut and paste the pieces
And weave this Jigsaw web
It may seem to you pathetic
But its logic in my head
I have no real Talent
My Art is not my own
I've taken bits and pieces
From everyone I've known
A phrase, maybe a stanza
From a piece of Poetry
I switch a word or two around
And it belongs to me
This painting I spent days on
My shirt a paint-stain smear
Please don't look at it too closely
or the numbers may appear
I collect all kinds of interests
They're mostly from my Friends
But sometimes I don't remember where
They end or I begin
My originality is false
A creative fallacy
I only want to be what they are
Because I'm unhappy being me
So I cut and paste the pieces
And weave this Jigsaw web
It may seem to you pathetic
But its logic in my head