scrap off your sleep-dried eyes
realize, that all you feel, all you see
need not really be all you want it to be
be thankful for the life you have
the one you share as a gift to
all of your friends
all of your enemies
life is harsh, life is rough, life is an uncompleted masterpiece
wanting your brushstrokes, begging for your criticisms
demanding to be sold at auction for your highest bid
do not complain when others add their watercolor
to your oil-based project
be joyous for the addition of technicolor into your monochrome life
be acrylic, be charcoal, be pencil-sketch
be realistic
your gonna get dirty
your gonna be ugly
your gonna hate what was done here, and now, to your 'perfect' vision
but back off, fool
step back and look at it all
because your masterpiece is full, whole, and complete
your life alone means absolutely nothing
if the canvas is plain and boring and singular with
your thoughts
your ideas
your self-centeredness
let others in, even if you hate their metallic fuchsia-color Caryola crayon
color on your 'supposed' Picasso pipedream
add in those who love you
add in those who hate you
add in those who you'd love to kick in the face
add in those who'd love to fuck you
add in all of those who don't know yet know who you are
because life is a work in progress
no step should be left out
because life's work is never done
let those who'd fuck you
let those who'd kick you in the face
let those who hate you
let those who love you
once again add to your masterpiece
before they run out of ink
run out of crayon
run out of paint
run out of time
before that man in the sky draws a tombstone
on all of their canvas’s
and writes
‘The End’