By: Cedric McClester

Bless his heart
What Pablo is to art
He says he’s been from the start
Only miles apart
Just like Michaelangelo
He wants us to know
There are Sistine Chapels
In his flow

His actions show
Like a neo-Van Gogh
He’s a seasoned pro
Though rolling in dough
He doesn’t have to be coaxed
Into using broad strokes
Like the comparisons he invokes
Or the **** he smokes

As it relates to genre
He’s the big bwana
A multi entendre
We never know what he’s gonna
Bring out of the vault
Like Disney, Walt
That’s a sensual assault
But that’s his gestalt

And now the new wave
He’s become concave
Says he’s been saved
Though he once was depraved
Still we don’t know
Since he’s given up blow
What he has in escrow
Or the future will show










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