A wet coloured paintbrush And a white house by night A landscape with a ploughman And another house beside Sunflowers and cornfields And an easel down below A strawhat on a mournful face Is all that we know
Oil-colour-canvases And pictures in frames Who asks for paintings Of a guy with no name? Brother can you help me I'm stone broke again Tomorrow i'll sell it all To an art businessman
Spot-painted poetry Living in quandary Outside a gallery Derided and chased Life is a lottery Without a warranty Dying in beggary Buried in haste
Ard times for an artist With contrary mind Scaremongers everywhere Short-sighted and blind Novelty was out of time Boundary's effaced It's better to make an end Than to live in disgrace
Spot-painted poetry Living in quandary Outside a gallery Derided and chased Life is a lottery Without a warranty Dying in beggary Buried in haste