a painter who faced a canvas, placed random paint in preset places,
his minds eye knew where and what to express, unlike the rest of us,
                                         he became famous although some fuss,
over
the
item
called art,
some birds today must have been perched at the mall, on a wall
over the parking lot with alot of of silver and white, cars in stalls,
my car
was there
while I was
at the gym
but
did
not become
their canvas, which
we will call "A study of white and tan on silver and glass"
from front to back, they left a perfect clean capital C
of sheen of silver and glass, as to say they have group accuracy,
but as to counting the spots of white or tan, some white rings,
with centers that demand your attention in a different tone of tan,
imagine if this car was the car you did own,
with my math there was one hundred and forty two spots
of bird poo,
they got their orders, and it was okay, it was bombs away,
the spotted car now sat the only target of a flock of birds,
they did a number 2, they did a thesis on feces, poor car.