An artist painted landscapes
and seascapes that were beyond compare,
But no one bought them,
they just didn't care.
In anger, he threw the canvas to the ground
dumped his paints on it and all around.
He wadded up his cleaning rags
Threw them on too
Then came to his senses and thought "what a fool."
He picked up the canvas,
Placed it on the easel to dry,
As one of many art lovers
Just happened by.
"What is this?"
They exclaimed with glee,
I must have this painting for me.
How much do you want
Price is no barrier.
One thousand, two, I don't care.
"Are you hearing this jive?"
said another, I will give you five.
The artist looked on as if in a spell,
"That is not art, it is trash I will not sell."
The suitors were leaving
The artist's eyes fell,
"To think, Five thousand dollars...
What the hell?!?"
"Wait a minute,"
He implored,
"For five thousand dollars,
yes I will whore."
So because real art was scorned,
Abstract trash was born.
Unlike your other poems, this one offends me. I have a deep love for abtraction and if you look under my poetry folder for it you'll see. To have called it trash is to stab a knife through me. I was also deeply insulted, degraded, offended when you used your line with "whore" in it.
Huck,
You are so right... I have seen this happen many a times...
But as one says, it is art in some form or another to someone... Be as it may, I try not to make judgement if I don't understand... I leave it as is...
Thank you for sharing your wonderful wisdom..
Peace and Love..
Judy
Comically superb!
Starward
However abstract is abstract and trash is not abstract! Thus there are many ways to see and feel the subject. You have written about the same through strong lines.