Cubism Is My Favorite Art
Cubism is my favorite art.
I love making silly blockheaded people, pretending
Ignorance as to why I would have drawn certain
Wonderful people in this manner.
I grin diabolically as I cartoon them with cubed heads,
And uppity squared off eyes, looking shifty.
Blocked noses high in the air, looking square-pigged snooty.
My grin gets bigger and bigger as I draw…
I think I started to do this in third grade, as a defense
Mechanism when Ms. Smells – not her real name, but her real attitude
Was too superior to help us in any way, angry if we did not
Understand the concepts she galloped through at a sixth grade level.
It is just something that came to me, I said innocently,
Presenting her with her caricature with a flourish,
Pretending this was a wonderful compliment.
She seemed pleased, not realizing the extent of the insult.
So at the ripe age of eight, I accidentally discovered
I can get in my licks, even against haughty grownups, in the name of art,
By seventh grade I did not always remember to do it with a smile,
So it did not work nearly as well.
But this in no way wiped out my love of cubism.
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