The Gothic Poet walks down the street
And stops at the bus stop
She posts one of her poems for all to see
"What do you make of me"
"Am I a freak or am I oh so chic?"
"Dressed in black - am I a tiger or a pussycat?"
"Read my words and you will see"
"A deeper soul lies within me"
She sits at home and paints her self-portrait
Slightly distorted - this is the way she is viewed by the world
She walks on down to the art gallery
And posts her portrait at the entrance door
"Do you want more?"
"You will see more reality in this picture"
"Than anything that lies behind this door"
"Open your eyes and you will see"
"All God's beauty"
She lies on her bed at home
Waiting for a reaction
Bu the passers-by fail to express any emotion
Too wrapped up in their own worlds
In God and man we place our trust
Another creative soul bites the dust
