Dave McKean

Chapter 3
Drawing a blank

The Permanent White, whithout a fight,
let the brushes, such as they were,
rather dog-eared,
a bit of a sight,
mix and match the colors. "Right,"
said Michelangelo.
"What are you inside?"
And the paper replied,
"Sod off, you spick!
I'm white and perfect
I'm lightly textured,
I'm cumuli, ivory, Tuscany walls.
Intrinsically natural,
I'm equadrilateral.
If you're going to mark me
you'd better be worthy
can you really improve me?
Have you got the balls?"