# A Portrait Company

Stanisław Ignacy Witkiewicz

> Utwór opracowany został w ramach projektu Wolne Lektury przez fundację Wolne Lektury.

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[1]

This stanza is originally in French: Quel sâle métier que la peinture./ Quel sâle, quel sâle métier./ On peint chaque geule sans murmure,/ Pour avoir un peu de la monnaie./ [przypis redakcyjny]