Ten Million dollar house
Roll out antique bragging wheel
some neighbors remain flushed
inside a trance of admiration
His art was keen
Most ate straight from his hand
His son went hungry
Or fed just enough... To continue a legacy
Some neighbors burn with envy
Never raising their lot
overdraught more real
purchasing themselves
His art was cruel
often selling for hundreds and thousands
Fans ate out of his palm
His son found the coolness of a shadow
One he would wear
That boasted late teenage resignation
in his father´s quasi realism portraits
Til the last painting was sold
The he needed to reinvent himself
from the pale surface
The shadow had left
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