Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Gregstill wants you to
Sit and pose while he
Paints you and he says
Milly give me that

Smile you have when men
Are fucking you and
So you give him the
Smile looking at him

With his bald pate and
That sickly grin and
You remember him
Coming around to

Your mother’s house years
Back while your father
Was out at work and
She being pretty

Much a whore on the
Side sat and posed and
Thought herself pretty
While Gregstill charcoaled

Her quickly all the
While listening out
For your fat father’s
Return and after

The sketching came the
Fucking and the bed
Making one hell of
A racket and you

Sitting in your room
Waiting for him to
Be gone and the bed
To become silent

Again as your mild
Mannered mother went
Wandering around
The house room to room

Talking to herself
And as you sit now
Before old Gregstill
Posing by the piece

Of furniture and
Flowers he has placed
As scenery you
Watch his hairy hand

Move slowly across
The canvas pretty
Much as he once moved
Across your mother’s

Skin but unlike your
Mother you’d never
Spread your thighs for him
And let enter in.