being brown

Painted and Naked

They were there, ready for use

The pallet, my face and my muse

Careful strokes and then bolder yet

Suddenly my face is someone else

 

The godly colours and the devil hues

It was for jest and they were new

When the clown’s smile just stuck on

The heavenly folly just carried on

 

How can you make love to me?

I can never strip completely

I tried both Kerosene and turpentine

Will not my face peel away this time?

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