The artist’s soul in a trader’s market
Yields the same where difference is starkest.
Erotic overtones undermining logic
Harmonize life’s subject from sale’s object.
Don’t you praise me for what I have to say
But Hermes bless us for getting out of the way.
I found the mossy green way to Reciprocity
Skirting the yellow brick road to dysfunction
An exchange of pity at every junction.
Can I bother you for a cup of sugar
Cause I can’t say what else I want you for?
Only nature can cancel your culture
Yet you point fingers at the vultures
Feeding life from the death at hand
Decomposed members can’t join the band.
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This is a poem about the marketing of art.
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