Cue the Sun

It starts with a canvas A starchy, blinding white. Then comes the flash of illumination And the tools to record the plight. So I begin drowning the surface With a swamp of acrylic swirls. I'll get it right this time. This time it will last. Look at the world I've created. Watch it as it turns like a top. From the oceans and tides To the clouds and blue skies. It's more than you could ever Dream to afford. It ends with a loose thread And a curious hand, Like a boy who stumbles upon His father's gun. It's housed in a sock drawer Next to cigarettes and cheap porn. He loads the chamber with One destined shot. His father always regrets He left the safety off. Look at the world I've created. Watch it as it turns like a top. From the oceans and tides To the clouds and blue skies. It's more than you could ever Dream to afford. Look at the world I've created. Watch it as it turns like a top. From the malls and estates To the smoke stacks and freeways. It's much more than you could afford. You've wasted this gift Of beauty and science And now my voice won't be ignored. I'll pull back the blinds And open all your eyes. Let the sun drown you all.