Hey! Balladeer! You listen up!
Insult me. Go ahead!
Haha, your words roll off my back!
They make me laugh, instead.
No, I'm not laughing at your wit,
I'm laughing at your ass
'cause here comes big bad Nurse Cratchet,
who tolerates no sass.
She's wielding a big needle for your
big bold blatant butt!
She'll get you soon, my loco friend
because you are a NUT!
You are no king, you are no prince,
no painter like the rest.
In fact, dear sir, you soon will wince...
and Cratchet's stab's the test.
You see, she'll look for Balladeer
in Michelangelo's van
and when the jump start's getting near,
She'll shout out, "There's my man!"
She'll see you bend beneath the hood--
aim her needle toward your head,
because your butt's been swapped for you,
it's now your head, instead!
You see, although you think I paint
with splash of paint, by feel--
I really paint reality,
yep, what I paint's soon real!
So when I tell you that your crown
has fallen off your head...
Just look behind you, then look down,
it's on your butt, instead!
Haha, you thought your comments 'bout
my last name were real cute!
Haha, watch out, my witty friend,
this is an ARTIST's 'stute.