The glutinous substance
Splashes my skin
Dashing by my painless existence
The jesters and clowns make sarcastic remarks
On this canvas of Jackson *******
Looks like the acrylic broke on the acrid stains
It was a hot mess and the red beset with the randomness
A crazed mind, I was lost in the screaming of intellect
The critics defined the bane of my reality
I was splashing dashes of excellence beyond my time
Which felt like a crumpled paper of exploited emotions
Employing my craze in this painting of a thousand memories
It isn't realistic, but, it's probably me