Olivia

I paint like an old champ, walk with weary gait, smell my Cologne it's damp, bring cognac to my table, serve dishes by measured plate, feed my tiny frame, am not someone you look upon, who sways like a knave, singing about what's done, i just turn a page, show at this pavement cafe, pretend am on the straight, men before me stamp, throw crumpled notes my way, treat me like a tramp, teach them how to create, rage in fury at empty spaces, art is a fantastic race, have no time for lonely pap, sob I've been betrayed, see me here not absent, risen above shame.