My Art
My art is like slow cooking.
Oozing of juices.
Intertwining of flavors.
Depicts greatness.
Worth the wait.
Alas, time has come.
To taste heaven.
The meat is raw.
And the bite violates.
In with a punch of shock.
Out with sheer confusion.
Taken aback?
What did you expect?
Heaven is hell. Hell is heaven.
Laugh and be gone.
But wroth and you will stay on and on.