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!"
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 2:59 AM UTC
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.
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