All the rowboats in the paintings
They keep trying to row away
And the captains' worried faces
Stay contorted and staring at the waves
They'll keep hanging in their gold frames
For forever...
All the rowboats in their paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
Hear them whispering French and German, Dutch, Italian, and Latin
When no one's looking I touch a sculpture
It's cold yet soft as satin
But the most special are the most lonely
God, I pity them
First there's lights out, then there's lock up
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault for being timeless
There's a price to pay and a consequence
All the galleries, the museums
Here's your ticket, welcome to the tombs
They're just public mausoleums
The living dead fill every room
They will stay there in their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats in the paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away...
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Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
