A Portrait Company

Today or tomorrow
On a claret paper clean and smug,
I have to get it done
With your sucker’s mug.
What a filthy trade it is to paint.
What a filthy, filthy trade,
To limn each puss with no complaint,
And only to be poorly paid.
It’s no great fun, I say,
To paint a janitor all day,
And for some bread
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