I'm an artist

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