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Summer Exhibition
The art show of the summer.
Artists waiting in line
weighed down by artworks
uplifted by dreams.
Black Capped adjudicators sit
on chairs fashioned from temperamental criteria.
Value commands a price tag.
Merit equals money.
But those selling are pleased:
even an artist has to make a living.
Yet it's those who lie broken
on a bed of unseen canvases
condemned by fickle consensus
who compel me to say something.
But as I'm so disgusted
I can only vomit
and scratch out the words in it.
Artists waiting in line
weighed down by artworks
uplifted by dreams.
Black Capped adjudicators sit
on chairs fashioned from temperamental criteria.
Value commands a price tag.
Merit equals money.
But those selling are pleased:
even an artist has to make a living.
Yet it's those who lie broken
on a bed of unseen canvases
condemned by fickle consensus
who compel me to say something.
But as I'm so disgusted
I can only vomit
and scratch out the words in it.
Then submit it next year
for consideration.
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