There upon his sights was a
blank canvas that he just might
add a picture of a perfect
painting; to please to ease
his simple rodities and his
hedirities as will but he had
so much on his plate.
And yet he was even late
for a date with his lawyers
for his crime was just but
there was no justice to need
be needed or to be had. For
he got away with one but
yet he wanted to make sure
he was in the clear for he had
nothing to fear though.
Because his artwork surrely
though be where he is today
with a good hard laboring work
that'll never go away. For he
kept that blank canvas upon
his sights, and kept his hands
steady and still going against
his own plights.
© The realist