Had I been a painting by Picasso,
instead of me portrayed realistically,
my eye would be offset and my
nose elongated and out of place.
I would be cubistacally and angularly
displaced. Not identifiably as me by
any proportioning of my personal
being.
I would be worth millions at
auction, framed presently and
displayed predominantly at the
Louvre.
Folks would view me awkwardly
as abstract and intrinsically obscene.
There would be no more appropriate
words to describe me.
Should Helen Keller or Ray Charles
be alive today, why should Stevie
Wonder be standing three feet away,
they may be moved to say, for what
it’s worth, how many millions did
you say?--- Call it art if you will,
I don’t see it at all.
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Chris Hanch 3-15-2022
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