she s a painting out of focus with no good sense of intention she s authentic she s a model of disaster with a heart of revolution she s so innocent but guilty s her plea everybody wants to save her from herself they really want to save themselves she s got the grace of a tourist with the charm of demolition she s a poem without a meter or rhyme a random design of a flower like a rose no one really knows she s a master piece deserving restoration or condemnation time will tell us if she s a lifer or a decom poseur she is rose no one really knows