donning the garb

you’ve opened up your soul to the world

in the artist’s garb, naked, you lie there curled

to judge, to sneer, to laugh they’re free

for you’ve put out your soul for all to see

so you can’t be dull, and you can’t be fake

‘coz what you think is what you make

and what u make is what you sell

and what you sell can really tell

all that you are going through

your thoughts and your emotions too

how good or fking stupid you are

what silly think left a scar

what you believe and all your numerous faces

thoughts weeded out and the metastases

your morals, premises and the very basis

of your existence. nah, not an easy role

good luck, for you’re out to sell your soul

(from a notebook from sometime back; retouched)