This poem’s about a porn star
who wanted to be a painter
but he didn’t have an eye for color.
He could only see in black and white
he could barely tell day from night
but he would try with all his might
to take a canvass and make it sing
he saw beauty in everything
tragedy, he would later learn its meaning.
He loved Picasso when he worked in blue
he hated himself when he did too
but porn was the only life that he knew.
He only wanted to expose his heart
but he found it easier to expose his pink parts
and no one wants to buy black and white art.
Then one day he’d had enough
he felt naked in his own buff
and locked himself in his studio to see if he had the right stuff.
But, he could never shake the shame of his nudity
got so bad he could barely breathe
now pink was the only color he could see.
He couldn’t paint cause of his colored past
and all the times he’d exposed his ass
and so from painting he’d forever fast.
Cause he could never see
that all art is all about nudity
all art is all about nudity.