Poem -

Genuine Fakes Going Dirt Cheap

Look at how those
trees
slope at an angle
all the way down
to the side
of that lake over
   there ..
   Jeez you guys ..
don’t you think
they look just like
some of
T.S Lowries, just
look at
   those skyscrapers ..
Each stroke
of his brush leaves
behind,
   that guys a genius ..
Who else
could make whole
run of the mill,
street scenes come
   alive like that ..
Each stick man, dog,
cat woman or child
is a little
masterpiece in its
   own right ..
Yesterday he was
knocking out
huge self-portraits
by Van Goch
and some other guy
   from Paris ..
Tomorrow it maybe
Turner’s
turn, who knows,
or a little
   Rembrandt perhaps ..
He must
surely make a small
fortune
each day selling
genuine
fakes like that to all
these filthy rich
   tourists hereabouts ..

 

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sparrowsong

Hello Nev...

Scammers

Genuine Real Liars and Thieves...

The road has been paved...

They'll be in the next group running the White House...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong 

 

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author
Neville

Thanks for diving in BS .. Very muchly appreciated .. Neville 

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