PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

All things considered,
the artist is only as famous
as the final resting place of his beloved art
and the most random acts usually take the most planning.
So although we may be falling
into yet another Monty Python trial
we will at least have our incriminating evidence
(cleaning fluid and some old socks)
while the walls are held for questioning
and the roach goes by, slowly crawling,
tracking his position on his GPS,
before firing up those old jet engines
(last week's model. They'll have to be replaced)
to head off to Calcutta
even though he knows he ought to
slide the judge an invite
to that gay bar down on the corner
(nice place, full of pretty boys)
so he can buy His Honor a drink;
maybe give him a little wink,
and slide him some tongue by the end of the evening.
In the end, when all is considered,
evolution will come to bite us in the ass,
we will persecute the artist hanging his loves in the Louver hall,
and damn the man who cleaned the wall.