It's not craziness, I tell you!
You've got me labelled wrong.
Impulsivity is close, perhaps.
No, that is still too strong.
Just put it down to being creative.
Myself, that's what I think.
I'll wear that proudly on my bibbed smock
So never mind the shrink.
Many are the fans who come around
To interpret my art.
It's not difficult to try to guess
Feelings as they depart.
It's not for all, I admit that now
But those who like my style
Do not go away disappointed.
They leave with a wide smile.