An Art Collector

AN ART COLLECTOR. With his golden mask & odious grin The collector sat at his throne akimbo Snailed & skulled intelligence in limbo His pockets bulging and his ego to the brim. He looks aside at a still life in lemon His mouth of acid and his life of rind His life is great without hunger or famine Visioned sitting on right side of mammon Controlling art markets & deskeltonised dealers Hands of art establishment, such other wheelers A pocketful of artist for his liquorish waste Sans intelligence, sans morals, sans taste.