  == un made bed ==      It’s an unmade bed! Din’t need sable haired brush strokes or oils to paint it. An’ it ain’t got no Hoi Polloi opression to make me fake it. It is what it is. I know it ain’t a ‘Vangough.’ But my art din’t come from a life of being a toff.  I know it din’t take long to make it- That’s the point IT’S AN UNMADE BED!  “ And where did you get your inspiration Tracy”?  From working class life where repitition is rife I thought class boundries should be broken So this is my token. And yes, no pope will annoint it But creedence belongs to the dead They’re the only ones that are equal. Religion an’ upper class farts been labelling and producing art for years Ain’t given me any joy- Hanging on silk lined walls scared to breathe incase alarm bells should ring.  “ And whats the message behind your tent?”  You din’t understand me sequel? It’s lovers name stitched on a canvas tent. Beats looking up at holes With rain ploppin’ on me ‘ead. Besides I had nowhere else to sleep… I’d sold me un-made bed!