pop life

Pop life

High life 

Low art 

And no consequence

The risk I take

Has me feeling

Thirst quenched

An autumn day

After summer slays me

With humidity

And I feel humility

For you

Please have mercy on me

Because I'm so stupid 

And a sinner

I hope you pull me closer to you

I hope you don't push me away

Pop life

High life

Maybe mediocre art

I pontificate

I feel no dogma

Therefore I celebrate

High life

High art

I feel like I'm Picasso

So I don't procrastinate

I draw upon the masters

I retain my copy

And publish everything

And anything 

That tickles my fancy

And make me giggle

For thrills

You can call me Ishkabible

Panagiotis or just plain Pete

I doubt you'll know my name

But my work will be on repeat