"The Graffiti Artist"
be it a portrait or sketch, it wasnt hard to get his mother to boast
at breakfast, he was the type to literally paint his butter on toast
yet eventually the artist in him became a mid-summers day ghost
'n sadly, before he met his calling, his inner-youngster met growth
but he knew he still had it all! in this life, some shutters dont close
for he had a skill and a wall...it was time that he brush up on both
the naked wall called to him, in an instant, he