From Life To Me: The Death of Art

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

The Bilge Master

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