This Is This

I saw The Scream down in Woolworths.
The painter’s now driving a bus.
I heard it said Matisse wasn’t dead,
He’s just making a living like us.

I think Chagall’s been retraining.
The art game had made life too hard.
He took a spell learning HTML
while Warhol gets sold by the yard.

I heard he turned to Day Trading
but painted where time would allow.
Though Rousseau saw the wild through the eyes of a child,
he’s got mouths of his own to feed now.

I’d like to be a romantic
sculpting the driftwood I find,
but what good’s the art when your life’s torn apart
by the ways of the classical mind?

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And by the way? There is no Jeff Nicols. Um, rearrange the letters.

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