Self Portrait
Shake up that bottle
Of oozing, dripping paint.
It has all your ideas
Contained with no room to breathe.
Grab up all the utensils,
Something is bound to be needed.
Surely you don’t expect your dirty fingers
To do all the work?
Squeeze the cap ravenously
Until everything splatters out on the table,
Face down for the entire world to see.
Oh no,
Please don’t be shy.
You’re not as exposed
As you might think.
And dare I say,
I promise not to laugh.
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