#8 Paint

Just smile and paint.

I feel like a painter,

with a painful problem.

I pace, and I panic,

for this paper remains 

purposeless. 

People perfect their

petty personalities.

While I only paint,

pretty petals, 

and perfect people.

It's not a physical photograph.

I piece together 

plastic, pink pilots,

and pleasant police.

I act polite while they act pompous.

They pose perfectly in position.

Positive of the possibilities

I shall post.

I must be precise, and practical,

and know what they prefer.

I prevent the drop in price

so I get what I deserve.

Be it princess or prince,

I print them in private.

Make them look privileged, 

and then I deny it.