I am the architecture of my own life,
I am a domain, I’m rife.
A sharp blade knife,
I am the most gracious creation
He no more gives me any agitation,
My thoughts, “Am I on probation?”
Not to worry, because I’m the liberation
I am an artist,
Let’s ameliorate it, a Chartist
I am the word painter,
So much quainter,
You may be prolly saying
He always kept on praying,
But I circumvented him,
Because I am the cyanine dye.