Art

Hide your identity
And You want me to buy You
Some purple sunflower and a sunset--
A painted lie.

I'm not buying it some might--
All the things that you say
Have only confirmed to that of
What I've seen every day.

That picture you paint
Of your wonderful life
Veils crys of resentment
And conjugal strife.

You wanted to Understand
My opinion of art--
Well, it's only a show
If it has no heart.