The Stealing of Art

My pen crosses the paper

It makes marks

Then it parks

On the center line

Now I start

This is mine

Its my art.

 

I use pastels

But I don't sell

Its in my mind

And I copy it

That's what I find

From my very pit

I make a jagged line

Then they go smooth

That's my emotion

And to me its fine

Others sit in a booth

Admiring my work

That's worth hundreds

People lurk

They have their methods.

 

This is my work though

And I cant let this happen

Its their low

Soon their going to need aspirin

Im going to caw like a crow

Bring them down

Without a sound

That's it

I have won

I have to admit

They were done.

 

But now its safe

And im going to bed

But tomorrow

Ill have more lead

And make another one to show

Now goodnight

While I dream

About the art in my gallery.

Author's Note

Im not an artist...

Reviews

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Nice piece. Couple missing apostrophes in last verse.
Well done.

[Krystle Queen]

Thank you!