I like turning people into frogs
Putting cat tails on dogs
I tend to turn things upside down
Everything does not have to be right side up
Who said an orange had to be orange for it to be an orange
The proof is in the juice, that it produce
I see a much different world, hope you do too
If you understand, then I'm preaching to the choir
Not talking to wall, if I were talking to a wall
I would reach for something to scrawl
I turn plain into something imaginably strange
For those who do not know
Art is a gaping hole in the ground
Art is also a hole in a dead mans chest
Art is watching an ant carrying a crumb
Wondering how long it will take
For it to persistently cross
From one side to another
Art gave me birth
Art is the mother of earth