Against all logic and with defiance
Art got turned into a science
Then just like everybody feared
It got weird
Mrs. Wilkins down the street
Made paintings that looked like Magritte
With her murals lining every hall
The neighbors turned into critics all
“Why do those bodies have no face?”
Soon was heard all over the place
Mona Lisa smiles abounded
As through the public, art resounded
Folks from Spain on into Yemen
Began to write like McCartney-Lennon
City limits from Spain to Frisco
Got taffeta lining a la Christo
Art no longer confined to Soho
Meant streetcars echoing Yoko Ono
Ripe bananas from paintings escaped
And onto subway walls got taped
Miro, Miro on the wall
And American Gothics standing tall
Girls with Pearls and Dancing Ladies
Adorned all Fords and new Mercedes
Pollockian drips and Dalian clocks
Slid down the wall where Picasso walked
Laura’s World and Citizen Kane
Dissolved into the Purple Rain
Michelangelo and Warhol, Andy
Classic style and soup can candy
The Banksy no one’s ever seen
Became as ubiquitous as Mr. Clean
Monet, Manet, Degas, Cezanne
Impressionism on and on
The art was letting out its screams
But strangely fainter now, it seems
Alas there are not any schemes
That keep me living in my dreams
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