A famous artist took his painting, which commenced life as beach driftwood, whipped it with a chain. Made it all chipped and nicked, and called it, antiqued. He liked the way it looked, and had it put in a museum.
God looked down and thought, "****, I do good work, Just look at the human race!"
Not a poem, but stray dog thoughts after reading 180 new poems on HP. Originally titled, chipped and nicked.