"You know how I art ... intimately" On broken city walls with crotches these times I stencil is a parody "its free, its me... with all my blotches"
Why **** my trapped rat in Hague? You brought back, black this plague from the West Sea sand to Bristol made clearer with a ball of crystal
Provocative lives alive in deaf canned colour yet reality's dead among sidewalk's clutter if your heart really wants a Banksy's piece My B +'s homogenized on a Petri dish for release
Who's guessing where my art's headed? with blotches not a single piece shredded the real art's kept displayed in the mind that's why Banksy's blotches are one of a kind