A Painter

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If I were a painter,
My insecurities would hang,
Quivering on the bright white of the walls.

To be seen by the men in suits,
To the man in his tracksuit and sneakers,
Holding an old newspaper in his hand.

It has no role in changing the minds of a generation,
It’s just there for it’s worth,
And more speculation.

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