I'm a spoilt canvas because so many artists have come to show off their talents and forgotten to layer me with a new white. Now among the primary, secondary, and tertiary colors is my shuddering self The me they spoilt inside. A new brush on my surface only unfolds the turmoil in me A decent black can't curtain my suicidal sorrow. They pushed beyond redemption. In my life, they are a nail in the head, In their lives, I never cross their minds because I'm dirt, easily beaten off. They left me a spoilt canvas This scar is branded on my soul's blue print in a capital... "S.L.U.T"
As I stood in the mental asylum, I realized that one thing was certain I oddly understood why they were the way they were, de-touched from reality Because of late I have been hearing the whispers in the walls, seeing the non-existing, shrieking my lungs out at invisible crawlers. No, I know not of the golden brew, not cannabis so intoxicating, neither sniffed the white dust... yet I present just like them. Do I then deserve to be called mad? No! I am not depersonalized nor de-realized and my behavior is not ticking off the last nerve of others. So, it's fit to say that I am just unwell.
Choose me... I know the code to your safe just in case you intend on leaving me broke; I hate football but will watch the matches with you keeping in mind that you watch with me all reality shows and cartoons; Her boobies may be big and round but mine are small and firm so you will never feel flaps of skin when age makes us grow fonder; I won't pretend to love your dog because I find bulldogs uuuuugggggllllyyyy.
Choose me... I don't do sports but I will support you on your gym visits on condition that you go shopping with me coz that's the sport I do best; Her IQ may be high but I don't need that much to sustain a conversation; She is a vegan but carnivores are happier!!! I don't do mummy meaning I don't cook, no laundry, no tea-parties and birthdays coz I know how to satisfy a man without enslaving myself.
Choose me... I am dishonest so get to know that a few lies keep the divorce attorney away; I have no nagging relatives so don't except me to hurt my cheeks just to smile at your mother; Her skin may be fair and soft to touch but I was made by God not by some surgeon in Beverly Hills; I don't play monkey so don't expect me to speak in tongues when we meet with your pastor. I'm Jewish!
Choose me... She wears tight clothes to keep you interested, I wear baggy jeans and t-shirts to keep you guessing; I will take responsibility for my wrongs meaning... I will yell the roof off when you piss me off! I will not hang on your hand like a tumor because I have so many more important things to do; Lastly, I'm the choice against all odds... Choose me.
I'm a spoilt canvas because so many artists
