GALLERY TOUR

A splatter of random color,
literally thrown on the canvas,
sold for two million dollars,
has it really come to this?
Somebody would shell out cash
for what is really a paint spill?
Perhaps they really ‘get it,’
I’m thankful that I never will.

A naked man with a bear
painted upon his chest,
stands stock-still as he
blends in with all the rest.
They say that it’s ‘conceptual,’
the only concept I see
is that there’s always a fool
who’ll do anything for money.

A literal pile of human dung
decorated with three tooth-picks,
people stand and admire…
who can admire the smell of it?
They say that it’s a ‘vision,’
a ‘take that’ to the middle class.
If that's true I think I’d better
find those ‘middle’ folk fast!

A proud artist stands by
a rock with a green streak.
“Neo-naturocubist deconstruction,”
are the nonsense words he speaks.
Should I envy or hate him,
this pretentious Hipster man,
depends on if he believes it,
or knows it’s just a scam.

A canvas covered in black,
the centerpiece of the scene,
the thing they all came for,
this squarish, darkened screen.
I stare for a second,
hoping for something more,
I did better with black paint
on my old basement door.

I head home to my place,
and there up on the wall,
is a framed movie poster from
the greatest space opera of all.
They’d say it’s ‘crass’ and ‘commercial,’
and they may even be right,
but I’d pay more for this ‘hack-work’
then any of the crap I saw tonight.