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a TV quiz presented you with
an easel and a canvas and a box of paints
you shut all doors and curtained windows
i turned down help as you were sure there’d turn up wealth
you never liked to share
you never liked to share

a sudden flash too bright –
the studio’s electric light caused colour blindness
your picture had pink grass, blue trees
green sky with yellow clouds, orange lightning

meetings, incoming mail
now you made head and tail
of all things on the globe
you put on a white robe
and when colours came back
you came out to smack
the real life and you saw
people painting green lawns
people jumping up high
to paint trees and the sky

there was no one
who would wait for
rain to wash down
all the paint

don’t you realize
how deep you fall
with all your sentimental lies?