HILTON ABSTRACT

Killing time
It ain't no crime
We rhyme in time
Time is an enemy.
As the seconds tick past,
From the future to the past,
How long will it last?
To do the task?
That is all I ask.
Still I write and paint,
Like a prophet and a saint.
It ain't not what it ain't,
I paint inside out and upside down,
I paint old man druggies with a boozey frown.