I am a tapestry full of rare memories
Old decaying thoughts have passed my way headed for a blank canvas
Exotic colors have prevailed forming a tight relationship with a hand, attached to the arm of a genius
Only God himself?...Have such a vivid imagination to create a masterpiece
I am by far worth more in after death
I could have never pictured me living a charmed life?
All I do is hang on large white walls like a blank canvas
people of great wealth have paid a kings ransom to see my naked soul covered in felt
Whom ever knew? ..An old piece like me would be worth something?
I would never grow a day older
From this point I would only grow in popularity
As I just got purchased again
I am headed to a mansion on the hills
I am greeted by anticipated critics?
They all gasp!!!
At my nakedness?......The rich BITCH ..With the manly-
Mustache asked?
Am I the real......................PABLO PICASSO