poem - egoist's routine ^_^

colors spasm, creating walls of lead
paintings of red, and blue, and yellow
a burning fire, so far spread
a charcoal brown, mixed muddy black
reflected hues of the megalomaniac
the liquid poison grew and hardened
cracks soon formed on a dull surface
cover them with charcoal, copper
but no purpose will this service
a fruitless effort sure to fail
a useless structure that's too frail
and yet you've known, and yet you've seen
the endless loop, the contravene