In effervescent words I spray my pictures on the wall

a revolution call in pirate paint,

a hieroglyphic message to the warriors I call:

Unite and hear the scripture of a saint.

In colors I portray my dreams for everyone to see

inciting you to rise and come alive;

by tagging two dimensions I will live eternally,

despite detergent's scour - I will survive.

Commuters - hear my message and capitulate your life,

go down on knees, confess suburban sin,

a masturbation marriage is a house and kids and wife,

you're waiting for the ending to begin!

Calligraphy on concrete - can it really change the world?

I wonder why I spray my oral art,

perhaps a rainbow waits in limbo hoping it's unfurled

when colored words have changed your wicked heart.