The Art In My Man

The Art In My Man It's not like I ever understood art Nor the fuss about it Nor the prices on it It's maybe cause I needed to see this art He has a narrow of fine brown on him He is well built and well structured He misses no points He is as a smile dreamy of but never seen He is amazingly crafted from Adam's soils He has not a mistake given His smiles stretches wide enough Teeth lined perfect as if a straight line His eyes wide but enough to recognize beauty He is a charmer but not Disney like A Prince of his kind Polite but rough Quite a combination of my art The only structure I wait patiently to see and touch The only art I cannot afford but yet in my possession My art, my man