SHE
PAINTS
She paints with words upon the
wall
Her bitter accent sounds so cold
Speaks sixty languages in all
And walks on stilts so I’ve been told
And still her portrait grows and
grows
Towering high like city cranes
On bended knee she paints her toes
With fuchsias reds and blues insane
Like scaffolding on castor
wheels
Spring water flows but soon
turns brown
Dressed to the nines with broken heels
Blackfriars bridge in Salford town
Shot by Toy Gangsta high on
crime
We all fall down like in the
rhyme
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