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A COPY OF THE FINISHED WORK

Captain Rochester
My eyes do fester
With visions of counterfeit things
But the artist who drew
The likes of you
Has an authentic ring

He’s as real as can be
And the likes of me
Knows from where he comes
We try to be real
And put as much feel
In our bright artistic crumbs

We sit there pensive
In time intensive
Disciplines seldom lauded
It would us unfetter
And we’d be better
If sometimes we were applauded

For not being fake
And trying to take
The viewer for all she’s worth
All we are trying
Is to keep from lying
And show our real selves at birth

Uncountable panels
Come from the annals
Of our dark and fevered brains
Colors to mix
Pencils to fix
Whether it shines or it rains

With so much work
You could go berserk
I’ll bet you’ve never tried
To birth a plot
And yell Great Scott!
As the Enterprise gets fried

So give us a break
And let us take
The glory where we can
A copy of the finish
Really wouldn’t diminish
After all I’m my biggest fan