The Paint Refiller

My shirt was filled with red stain,

You thought I was in great pain.

I joked and said it wasn’t mine,

You looked at me and thought that I was fine.

There was a disaster at the town,

You gave me a nervous frown.

I felt really guilty,

But my shirt was completely filthy.

You shouted at me and said that I’m a killer,

I laughed and said I am a paint refiller.

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