A Portrait Company Today or tomorrow  On a claret paper clean and smug,  I have to get it done  With your sucker’s mug.    What a filthy trade it is to paint.  What a filthy, filthy trade,  To limn each puss with no complaint,  And only to be poorly paid.    It’s no great fun, I say,  To paint a janitor all day,  And for some bread  Explore the stupid head    [...]