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The Artist Who Got The Money Now!

The  Artist  Who  Got  The  Money  Now!

They all waited too long to receive their value,
we know them from books and lists of Who's Who:
Sothebys dished out a cool fifty million for my unmade bed,
a pile of bricks may achieve more it has been said.

My Arab boss said: 'You stay there until you've got my painting,'
if I didn't, there'd be a lot of raving and ranting;
perhaps we should be more choosy where work is hung to rest,
instead of some middle eastern basement with little interest.

Van Gogh wanted to know how much his 'sunflowers' sold for,
I said about thirty million - he said: 'I needed the money more
then, instead of struggling in a small room, my dear,
look what happened - I went mad and cut off my bloody ear!'

So perhaps there should be a reserve for my bunch of bananas,
or my night time sleeper exposed, wearing no pyjamas.  

 

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Tony Taylor

Hey TERRY!!.....a magical and most informative tribute piece!!.....Van Gogh had such an interesting or should I say colorful life....There's a song about Vincent that sums up much his story beautifully (can't remember who did that song)......anyway, just wanted to give you some high fives for shedding some light on this subject matter....it's greatly appreciated......ALL STARS & PINNED!!....Bravo dear poet brother!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo  : )

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Terry Reeves

Hi Tony,
Thanks so much -
I think the song you're thinking of
is 'Vincent,' starry starry night
by Don Mclean.
Love,
Terry.
xoxo

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