Thou Art Picasso
I look hard at pieces of Picasso
for art according to other's say-so;
no symmetry, much less beauty I see,
none in his so-called cubist artistry.
Faces, noses, limbs and lips all askew,
call it abstract, surreal or what have you;
deformed, distorted images must be
loveliest to Pablo, but not to me!
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