Art is like aTie For my Plebian eye I like it Or dislike it Art is like a 'Tie' I don't really care If his mood was foul or fair Nor insist Knowing the artist Painted in his underwear The contemporary mood Of this creative 'Dude' Is but an artifact With little impact On what I viewed And though I admire Those who aspire To the romance Of 'Provenance' I value the 'Work' - As its own Sire If you interpret for me Excessively You erect fences Around my senses That are no longer free Though skilled and 'Bona-Fide' A Docent Guide May take from me Spontenaity Leaving little for me to decide!
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