The naked canvas sits silently longing for the artist
Who has long been replaced by a charlatan
One whose canvas would be best left blank
Instead of stained with the paints of deceit
This alleged artist has partaken of the Kool-Aid
Subscribing that anything proclaimed as art is art
But if everything is art then nothing is
And if nothing is art then art is nothing
And in this world of nothing the con artist dips his brush
Feigning emotion with each stroke that mars the lonely canvas
Producing a work void of truth and of worth
Saying nothing by those who have nothing to say
And in a time where the void is filled by commerce
The purveyors of perjury pervert the process further
Giving it commercial value by titling it appropriately
A Polar Bear in a Snow Storm