They say a picture's worth a thousand words,
But I really cannot make art for ****
I've been out painted by literal birds,
My ass-ity at art is no secret.
A thousand words makes a perfect target;
One that I can hit again and again.
A picture can be nice, that I'll admit,
But nicer still is my skill with a pen.
So I will write and write and write; and then;
Write another ten-thousand words for you.
I'll write until the wind takes me, ashen-
Even then; I'll eek out a line or two.
Maybe the pictures still win when I am done,
But pictures can't love you like I do, Waylon.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 3:03 PM UTC
They say a picture's worth a thousand words,
But I really cannot make art for ****
I've been out painted by literal birds,
My ass-ity at art is no secret.
A thousand words makes a perfect target;
One that I can hit again and again.
A picture can be nice, that I'll admit,
But nicer still is my skill with a pen.
So I will write and write and write; and then;
Write another ten-thousand words for you.
I'll write until the wind takes me, ashen-
Even then; I'll eek out a line or two.
Maybe the pictures still win when I am done,
But pictures can't love you like I do, Waylon.
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