Equal

I put the pencil down,
I pick my paintbrush up,
A masterpiece with its owner created,
An image worth as much as the artist,
Their soul splattered onto empty canvas,
But who will buy?

A Fitz Henry Lane piece is said to be worth a lot,
But when discoveries of fraud be placed in name,
Mary Blood Mellen gets no fame,
Instead a masterpiece is shamed,
As much now as back then,
Who paints what is what is what,

No husband no worry-pressure from life instead of hobby,
But her hobby fills her soul
It makes her grow and grow,
But fuck that,
Says the baby inside and husband on arms,
Life over hobby community says,
Your man will make more anyways,

A seascape will make more anyways,
But a man’s will make even more
Please sit- enjoy your life,
stop trying to steal theirs,
but anyone can do anything,
says and said and will always say,
Listens few,
That’s the problem