You're the priceless painting on the wall
You're the young painters bait to greatness
You're the best in the gallery
You're so beautifully made, you've grown conspicuous
You've become the center of attraction
Rubbing shoulders with the best of Da Vinci
The works of Picasso envy you
And all the nobles fancy you
I'm just one rusty nail
Journeyed through wild degrees of fire
Beaten and hammered into the wall
I do not shine, neither do I blink
I'm literally a ghost
Hiding in the shadows of the masterpiece
Tasked to keep your highness hanging
Even as your fame breeds pride
You could offer me a wipe
When sweat runs down my face
You could smile and show appreciation
For what I offer behind the scenes
Or you could look down upon me
And utter your disparaging remarks.
One will make me stay
And keep you hanging on the walls forever
The other will kick me out
And watch you crash into the ground
For though you're a star;
Perfectly molded by the creator
And I'm just a blemish;
A mistake from the painter's brush,
My imperfections herald the crown on your head
You, perfect work of art!
