ART

ART

Don’t need no actual talent

Don’t need any kind of skill

Just shove a brush in a bucket

Call it a triumph of the will

They call it Art, Art, Art!

It’s so very intellectual

They call it Art, Art, Art!

It’s ever so conceptual

Don’t need to use no pencils

Or have any actual skill

Screw up a piece of paper

Send out another bill

They call it Art, Art, Art!

It’s all so very modern

They call it Art, Art, Art!

Take their cash and sod ’em

Whack some planks with nails

Just got some space to fill

Take a shit in a cardboard box

And check it through the till

They call it Art, Art, Art!

It’s mostly very rotten

They call it Art, Art, Art!

Scrape the barrel to the bottom

The idea’s all that matters

The execution’s none too bright

None of that will matter

If you can sell it right

They call it Art, Art, Art!

Ability’s no motive

They call it Art, Art, Art!

It shows they’re SO creative

Don’t you understand it?

Doesn’t it make no sense?

Not our fault you’re far too dense

To “get” concepts this intense

They call it Art, Art, Art!

It’s so very intellectual

They call it Art, Art, Art!

It’s ever so conceptual

These talentless hacks adore you

When you show you’re not too bright

Persuade you that it has some worth

Whilst peddling loads of shite

They call it Art, Art, Art!

It’s just that you’re too thick

They call it Art, Art, Art!

Doesn’t it make you sick?

Martin A W Holmes, September 2016