It's five in
the morning
And the
basement is flooded
All the art
we ever had is gone
This is a
tragedy for those who remember art
Like Van
Gogh or Picasso
Or Hardy or
Tolstoy
There is
nothing left
The will
bring up a generation
That will
never know what it's like
To gaze
mesmerized at a painting
Or to be
lost in a book
And yet
sometimes
We believe
that artists aren't necessary
And ridicule
them
Now close
your eyes and when you open them
Art will
have died
For the
artists have spoken
No more
No more
No more
The Bilge Master
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