Van Gogh

Well over a hundred years ago The illustrious Vincent Willem Van Gogh A genius somewhat like Michelangelo With thousands of artworks in his cluttered studio From the sublime to the grotesque for show Might have been better off working as a gigolo Because he died a pauper on skid row In those days artists had no impresario To make sure they lived high in a chateau Dining on champagne and escargot So it was quite a different scenario That brilliant artists lived totally incognito Often exchanging a painting for a meal on a patio Or selling their wares door to door on tiptoe Carrying under their arm their impressive portfolio So it was for Vincent Willem Van Gogh Misunderstood and suffering from vertigo Mentally unstable and drinking heavily in Bordeaux Depressed, impulsive and insane – a tragic combo Cut off a piece of his ear, his sanity was touch and go A troubled soul, life for him was a wild rodeo Obsessive passion, far from living the status quo His life and work intertwined shimmying like a yo-yo Feeling the stranger, he shot himself overcome with sorrow Post mortem everyone wanted to hear the myth of Van Gogh With his vivid colors of burgundy, ochre and indigo In his honor every year the orchestra features the oboe And while the Italians chant magnifico Everyone else cheers Bravo! Bravo! How times have changed for poor Van Gogh From a mere hundred years ago ~ Read on air by invitation ~ March 21, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS' AP: 2nd place 2021, 3rd place 2022, 3rd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on August 15, 2021 for YOUR BEST MONORHYME contest sponsored by WILLIAM KEKAULA - RANKED 1ST March 20, 2018 to END MARCH 18 STANDARD CONTEST sponsored by BRIAN STRAND and May 4, 2018 to contest SCREWED XVIII sponsored by ROB CARMACK