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BEING WATCHED

The eye peered down
And looked around
Spotting its slippery target
Authority was pissed
Their most wanted list
Told him to forever park it

Danger for society
And general sobriety
This man was put on hold
Two steely eyes
That brooked no lies
He was said to be so bold

He’d been an artist
And worked his hardest
At being invisible
With a laidback air
And lots of hair
He looked really miserable

He couldn’t leave
Or get a reprieve
He would only paint again
Those heretical works
Which all the jerks
Felt were the depths of sin

Skeletons he had
Made him rad
He was a big time danger
Fashioned guns of wood
Could maim if he should
To most he was a stranger

Could kill with a brush
His paints would gush
All over someone’s eyes
He wasn’t a saint
But preferred to paint
Against the telling of lies

The inmates liked
The way he psyched
The big guards at the gate
Their guard wasn’t down
When he was around
His reputation was great

His peripheral vision
Caught indecision
In a guard one day
Supposed to watch
But they botched
Security in the bay

Chromatic karate
And a hot toddy
Brought the first guard down
The busy air brush
Fought the rush
With a beautiful shade of brown

When the rainbow cleared
He’d disappeared
Only acid paint was here
Brush handle was rent
Bars were bent
The inmates raised a cheer

He’s out there again
With a new spin
Counting little microchips
Ever on his toes
No one knows
He’s reading these silly quips