The scraps on the heap of the world are art.

I just choose to make them my own

and call it my creative side.

Reality bent for societies' eyes

Stupid, smart

Unsatisfactory, full

Failure, success

Incompetent, capable

Idiot, intelligent

I call that an artist.

The world splatters opportunity everywhere,

I look at all of them,

paint them a different color,

then call them mine.