Turner, a Master, Family away, Moved around by Cult, Here you do stay, A man great with brushes, A fantastic mind, Reincarnated here, For sometime, They know who you are, Have you here and far, Push you and pull you, In there to da dar, Now you have artwork, Graffiti innit? All over your shop, Turner ta da, Do you do art? No not me, You say to the Spiritual Man, They done you then, shin, You didn't think through, Who you might be, Heard the Russians done you already, A Master of past, Knows it now, Not too long past, For snipping hair is their artistic joke, Soon grows back, A man of expression, Here ends the joke.