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Friday, January 24, 2014

Fuck You, Andy Warhol

One
Two
The imagery streaks by
Like a jumble of words
Three breaking down
Four is never right
As five never tries
Just a series of
Unextraordinary rhymes
The left uncovers the edge
The right too long to try
Breaking down all that I see
And meaning is unreliable
To believe in this
Is to believe in nothing
Modern becomes unmade
The make becomes untried
And we all just wonder why
Analyzing a crime
As if crime can become art
We’ve all wasted our time
Wondering where six meets seven
Eight
Nine

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