Art attack prevention.
Teach me about perspective.
What is the secret to shadows?
Shady fellows, rendered loosely.
Something about a light source.
Making me sweat profusely.
Get me into my imagination
and put my imagination in my pencil
or whatever drawing utensil is at hand.
Except crayons. They’re too waxy for my taste.
Like lentils or the inside of my ears, bland.
Overwhelmed; a sudden sting
coming from my left arm
spreading to my chest.
Scribble initials on the X.
Doc can handle the rest.