The Mona Lisa assaults my brain,
Acrid perfume polluting my lungs.
Does the Mona Lisa not care if I die?
I see her chuckling,
Waggling her finger,
Saying with bitter ****
"You'll never be in the Metropolitan Museum of Art."
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
The Mona Lisa assaults my brain,
Acrid perfume polluting my lungs.
Does the Mona Lisa not care if I die?
I see her chuckling,
Waggling her finger,
Saying with bitter ****
"You'll never be in the Metropolitan Museum of Art."
also written in 8th grade.
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