The Art of the Day

Everybody knows why pastry rules

But no one ever asked

Why

The cookie crumbles

Check ‘em out, how they grasp at the vivid

Baubles of us rich kids

Your effort if you wanna call it that,

Is not something I got

Respect for cuz if art

Means ducking under

Reason’s radar and woefully

Fabricating complexity

All to make a boy a touch closer

To trending, then hell,

You can do it all baby,

Without me.

               

It’s like that big famous museum

You know,

That one,

You see that shining lady over there, or that man with

Glittering eyes.

O! How they weep

For the hanging piece

It’s like the last bit of

A puzzle, But

It’s not

And all that proves it

Is that noise

When someone who

Really works

Vacuums the floor next door.

But hey I got my illusions too,

All tastes aside,

And since I’ve sworn

Up and down to take it

All very seriously,

Because I know I’m not allowed to laugh

About this n that

Or conflate honor with

Some dumbass

With a dictionary and an expensive camera

And a chip on his shoulder but,

Look, anyone can come home

From wherever to see

The sort of business us lesser

Grunts have been up to

From climbing peaks to digging pits

Both familiar and far and fun and not so much, but

My mind hasn’t changed

And though this is all a whole lot

Of fun

It really is

Undeniably

Stupid.