Dust

Stains of paint on his shirt
Alcohol in his system
Lying around like a worthless gem
His canvas now laid with dust

 Paintings on the walls
Covered with dust
towards dust he crawls
Ready to rust

Dust like curse
In the dust he’ll disperse
And ride the hearse
To begin another verse.

The Gypsy

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