Art safari

It's freezing in your room,

And you do your best to flirt with me,

Try to manipulate my cold and crystal clear mind.

All the others lack knowledge and tact.

I am fond of these things -

Perfect paintings in your place,

And I tolerate your presence,

As the least evil.

Your presence as the owner of these masterpieces

Is something I detest and adore.

I hate my soul

For its restless passion

For art.

I hate my greedy shadow

That walks into your room,

Trying to poison you.

You are as mad about these paintings as I am.

We are too law-abiding.

We never sleep,

And a new list of suspects is ready.

Lots of new names,

This is our solution,

Our masterpiece

Of anger and greed

Of our otherwise impeccable souls.