A Painter

If I was a painter, I'd fill my canvas depicting a grocery store aisle. I'd replace the shelves of its usual products replacing them with usual people. You know, the usual people that you and I see every single day. I'd make the aisle colorful. I'd paint pretty labels on each and every one of those people in the aisle. Different labels would be painted on people who have been placed in different rows, even if those people adjacent to one another are seemingly identical. Different row, then different label, period. Same row, similar label, but different enough so that when the time comes and it's necessary for one to distinguish itself from those in the same row, then this person can separate him or herself; obviously I've done this for convenience. I am just trying to make it easy for the shopper. In this same aisle sitting on the shelves across from the colorfully labeled people, there I would paint pretty weapons, some bombs, maps and globes of the world, I'd place on the shelves all sorts of religious books, and gossip magazines all innocently poke fun at the world's politicians.