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Nine Ways of Looking at a Spray Paint Can
Among a thousand items on the shelves,
the only one that shone out
was the spray paint can.
A wall and a spray paint can are two,
a wall, a spray paint can, and a creative mind,
There is no spray can called 'Instant Stardom,'
only talent can keep you at the top.
I don't know which to prefer,
the sound of a spray paint can shaking,
or the silence of when the job is done.
The wall is blank and ready,
must be spray paint can time.
When the graffiti was complete,
the spray paint can clanked
to the bottom
of one of many trash cans.
The mighty prince slew the dragon,
and entered the cave of treasures.
All that lay inside was a spray paint can.
He sprayed and saw diamonds.
The young boy threw away the spray paint can,
His thoughts screamed at the sound
of heart-filled memories and drawings severed.
His foolish work would be remembered
A spray paint can meets a trash can,
an graffiti artist must be quitting.