Get Your Premium Membership

Art and Its People

Fickle Art and control Freaky Don't play well together Tolerance was not accepted 'Cause he wore pink shoes Cross the street each day at the same intersection Fickle Art and control freaky but the road was not And never could be big enough for these to share Time square and Big Ben don't speak the same lingo Don't hold the same values to be sacred Dust will blow and dust will go Huff and puff, back to the dust Medical examiner: What stopped his heart? Lack of tidal volume, puffed too long Collapsed a lung...Fire up the crematory Is it dusty in here? ***Artist note: Ever get tired of the windbags can't let you live your life and them theirs? I sure do.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 12/5/2015 1:17:00 PM
Not everything is art.... Enjoyed reading your poem today. Skat
Login to Reply
Date: 8/12/2015 3:53:00 PM
Well done here Doris, a lively piece on those anomalies in life.. Of life..? of inspiration..? ( well a good read for me ) hope all's well there..'
Login to Reply
Date: 7/9/2013 8:34:00 PM
you have a unique way of putting things. I enjoyed this one. Cute way to show the contrast of control freaky and fickle art.
Login to Reply
Date: 7/9/2013 1:11:00 AM
a great thought... don't want dusty lungs though... soup mail....PD
Login to Reply

Book: Shattered Sighs