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