When you peel at the flecks
of the unwanted paint
What will you feel
Will you love without complaint?

For this youth is dipped in gold
With a fluorescent shine
But underneath is Silver of its own
Silver in its own divine

Clouded with paint, and shine and plaster
Hurry and remove this fake taint faster
Show my silver, my platinum, my bronze
No longer am I fond of this imitative gold I have on