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?