I can't help but scrawl on the street

Any space I find
I'm compelled to leave a doodle, not fine work
It might be in the park
Amidst all the dandelions and clovers
Or the road
Hope I'm not hit at all

I can't help but scrawl on the street
Because I fear when art's not seen
The world becomes stuck, so please don't restrain
Why can't you leave me now?

There's something in the way that you're balking
At all my art sites
All your standards are stupid, a binder
Since they're not paintings, you're appalled

I can't help but scrawl on the street
I won't let your jeers pause or stop me
Your attempts to rub them out? Brace for pain

My work's not profane, it shows my inner self
Sure, I drew a willy, means nothing, you whelp
You might need some lessons, art hist'ry help
A deep meaning to glean from these balls

That I love to scrawl (scrawl)
That I need to scrawl (scrawl)
I can't help but scrawl (scrawl)
Can't not stop and scrawl (scrawl)
Compelled here to scrawl
Compulsion to scrawl
Damn prude, let me scrawl
They're harmless lines