Monday, 8 December 2014

A Poem/I think/I guess/A Poem on Being a Narcissistic 22 year old

Mum said I should paint a mural on the south side of our house

I said really

She said no

She said it’d be really horrible with things with teeth and no one would want to look at it

But when they sold the house it would be a big appeal

That a nobel prize winner had painted a mural

Or should I say fresco like the last supper?

No that'd be blasphemous

Sell the house?

No!

When? No!

It’s the only place I’ve ever known

Maybe I would buy it straight after

And turn it into a folk art museum

It still wouldn’t be the same tho.

And what about the travel costs.

For visitors.


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