Art is Born

I am not a genius

Nor will I claim such

But I will say this much

That a mind is a terrible thing

To waste.

Repression is waste.

The mind is a tool

Shiny, sharp.

Dulled en masse

By propaganda

Fed us by the system.

Refuse the meal

Excuse yourself

From the table.

Purge the filth.

Knowledge cannot be taxed,

Gross your share,

Net the world.

The textbook is a start

Not an ending point.

Art is born.

Can you see

Outside your box?

For ‘tis true

The world is flat:

With six sides and bars

If you cannot see

Beyond your nose

And smell the dung

Disguised as gold.

Where does an ellipse fit

With a world of cubes?

PORTFOLIO