Decoupage

DECOUPAGE

"I'm an empty shell" in one's tragic voice

"There's a plenty dwells" - some artist's noise

A napkin with pattern was wiped his sweat

Raised a lapin in a hutch with motive fret

"Portrait cut out my life in no bleeding

Forfeit cutouts for fun" he proceeded

Brushed an acrylic paint over the shuck

Pasted his vestiges bearing key rucks

"Why are your blots on the escutcheon basked?

Coat of arms can harm your mindset" one asked

"Front and center, I went converse hereby

They squeezed someone dry, then dropped" he replied

"I furnish you with my work once varnish

Twice it burnishes, plz bide your garnish

Thrice decoupage, a rich aisle led to smile

Quadruple I'm schizo, cripple your stile"