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Ballad of
the Unnamed
legend has it, He was born down by the
dinghy
on a rushing rivulet, remote and obscure.
ardent
loneliness grew into mad insight
befriending indigo, ochres, and
azure
potency twixt fate
Art's works soon grew its on
wings
it was captured by the metropolis
like so many other
effete things
they hung Him in penthouse and museum
all
down madison avenue
everyone knew His name, His work
they'd
copy everything He'd do
they changed their names, called
themselves Art
many of their children did the same
and
anything that was pretty or cryptic
would in time bare Art's
name
Art tee-shirts, shower curtains, and coffee
mugs
packaged in crystal cellophane
tv sets and remote
controls
made Art so easy to obtain
and when someone
called Art's name
crowds would turn their head
no one
remembered who was the true Art was
so rumor circulated He was
dead
still the real Art is out there somewhere
creating
confounderies for confoundery's sake
learned His lesson, doesn't
need any name
it's all about the things that He
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