Pablo Picasso

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