Public Work
by [Anonymous or Reader's Name]
Enjoy. (...) I stole your daughter's finger painting (to claim
as my own), but then again, I am you and your daughter.
Here. (...) This work is public property. You can stick your
flag into it or pee on it (you wrote it anyway, asshole, (and
yeah, I called you an [censored]. You can't punch sky, public
roads, or the English language in the face now can you?))
(Moreover, trying to sell this anyway is like trying to sell Paris
air in an ampule! (Great work, Marcel Duchamp, but you
gave it away as a gift instead.))
(This is my gift to you.)
One day, I was walking down the park, being very individual
and unique, when the most enigmatic pair of breasts appeared
before me. It was like a telegram from God, telling me to whip
out my artists' pen and grant the milk-makers the signature of
The next day, I was scrubbing the toilet and noticed a buildup
of copyrights. (...) Thin ice?
So what if we're all scoundrels, leeches, diseases, mockers,
phonies, liars,... Today, we're also poets (stab me and you
only bleed yourself.) (...) ((some of) You and your mine,
mine, mine,... me, me, me,....
To the guilty, add this "piece" to your precious repertoire (trust
me Bro, at Heaven's Gate, you'll be able to unpack it from your
limit of one-fanny-pack-per-ascendant).
(So quote this, edit it, reproduce it, flaunt it, or just ignore it (it's
your work anyway, comrade!)