Was rummaging through an old poetry book called 'Dreams of a Clown' and found this interesting little poem. I was inspired, and so I drew this. 
For those who cannot read my messy handwriting, the words say:
Love
is just a
figment of the
Imagination,
and everyone knows
what figs do
to one's basic
metabolism.
For those who cannot read my messy handwriting, the words say:
Love
is just a
figment of the
Imagination,
and everyone knows
what figs do
to one's basic
metabolism.
