Photograph them
Take them in like colored black and white pretty ditty photographs
Taken by the man
Man
Stands
Man stands tall behind that lens
Thousand dollars to support his own dreams
Saves his dimes and nickels
Tickles the filter buttons
Wrestles with his mind
Over what to do next
Landscapes
Boudoir
Painted pretty on an abandoned kitchen floor
He's gonna shoot them
He's going to frame them
He's going
Going
Gone
One day he won't know me anymore
He's blessed
Camera's got him sneezing
It's all he breathes in
But it's not toxic
It's cause he wants it
More talent than a that Campbell soup kid
He's got that talent
Fingers clicking like the black mass in the red room
Headshots like medicine
Photos for the medicine man
He's going to make you stand out if you stand with him.
Liquid fire
Red and yellow tires
He's the juice
We call him "Juice."
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