I can lick these Caramel Walls
This place Called home
Good money I paid for the right
To Paint
These are my sheets of absorbed light
Hues of my Imagination, my mixing
Such thoughts as I spread
Cerebral pigments that make up living
These spaces I dwell upon, within, whichever
Good money I paid for this paint to be right
Careless drippings of artistic redflection
Shaded in Jade, Call it green
Who would worry if the tone is so deep
Why paint a wall if not to be seen
Why paint a Wall....At All
This place Called home
Good money I paid for the right
To Paint
These are my sheets of absorbed light
Hues of my Imagination, my mixing
Such thoughts as I spread
Cerebral pigments that make up living
These spaces I dwell upon, within, whichever
Good money I paid for this paint to be right
Careless drippings of artistic redflection
Shaded in Jade, Call it green
Who would worry if the tone is so deep
Why paint a wall if not to be seen
Why paint a Wall....At All
