Can’t you see

I created you

Out of flotsam and dust

I put words on a canvass

And the next thing you know

You want cups of tea

And you’re giving it some

Cockeyed; shameless

 

They said it would never happen

And maybe they wondered

Well you know something

Let them talk

Where were they when I sweated blood

over this ?

Lounging in life’s gallery

On life’s boardwalk ​​