The Artist Born in a Paint Bucket.

They say I had paint stains all over when I was born

So mummy drove me home banging on the horn

At age six I had drawn Donald Ducks over all the flat’s walls

“This Kid will be a menace, lock him up and stay indoors!”

I sold my Harley Davidson to buy a year’s Art Supply

Then buried myself in fantasy to multiply your eyes

Eighteen months behind my rent, and I don’t give a dime

I steal Toilet rolls from Macdonalds and I only eat fries

There’s just one light bulb working in here, but it surely does the job

Girls queue at the Gallery to get a glimpse of my gold

My shift starts at 5 pm, and I work in my pajamas

Eminem shouting loud and I express all my Drama

My friends range from gangsters to African ministers

They never bother to check on me, they know I’m high on ginger

To relax, I put on my tuccedo and watch all the Flinsters

For when I die I’ll be famous, my Funeral outrageous

But wait, I’m not dead….. still saving up for that new Harley Davidson!!!

The End.