Painting Mishap

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Your painting was desultory

And so I will desult —

You’ve made a mess of everything,

And so what must result

 

Are moments filled, and glasses filled

With breathlessness and wine —

For you have smeared the paint, and I

Have got

The turpentine

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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