Inside the frame

 The child artist
Not some introvert savant
But a young socialite in the making
Yet refusing to learn the boundries between stature

Not interested in the finer subtleties of elite living
Sponsors and clients shake it off as a quirk
A sophisticated mind like that
Mingling with the rabble

The child artist 
Collaborating in the trendy group
Busy with the most world changing glints
agreeing with each other in attempts of forming a hive mind

Snobby buyers poking noses into stained and flecked windows
Eyes light up like a new father at the birth
smearing the beige cream on sponge ego
Vacuum dry piece of bread

A canvas that screams to have the paint scraped off it