Nil-Nil

I’m abstracting my home 'cause my socks feel alone
And my neighbors are drones
Am I worried at all? Watch the dots on my wall
That my agent called «soul»
And I’m painting the floor 'cause the ceiling’s too tall
And your cheque book too small
I’m an artist of note, Jackson Pollock of sorts
Perfect marvel of course
Purpose O purpose there’s nothing we saw
Scratching the surface we go
Not yet decided if meaning should wait
Choice only choice always choice lonely choice
Madness O madness there’s somewhere we know
Crossing the lines to and from
Not yet decided on reasons to praise
Choice only choice always choice lonely choice
I’ve instructed my dog «Bite the hand that feeds most»
But the lesson was lost
Am I worried or not? Dr Jekyll was caught steeling Mr Hyde’s front
So I’ll write of behinds «the enigma of crime»
If you’ll just pay in time
I’m an artist of note William Burroughs of sorts
Critics love-hate my pose
Purpose O…
Nothing at all — Brilliant piece of work
Nothing at all — Great just great
Nothing at all — Shocking Simply Shocking
Nothing at all — Absolutely transcendental