Poem: You Don’t Understand


​When I’m at a wall

You don’t understand

It asks me for no favours

It makes no demands 

It doesn’t give grief 

Nor does it talk shit 

It lets me add colour

And enjoys every bit

So if you think I’m a chump 

With a paint brush in hand

You’ll never get me, dude

You’ll never understand

©2016 James Takeo

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