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Life of an Artist

 

Andy Warhol bought one of my paintings.

He was looking for a cheap canvas

To paint over.

And talked  the pawnbroker down

From five dollars to three.

 

Katherine Hepburn almost bought one of my paintings.

When she came to my house to look at the goods

She admitted she was not interested in my art

But was looking for sex with a younger man.

 

The only person who valued my paintings

Was the insurance salesman

Who talked me into burning them.

 

Now I am rich

And live on the island

Where a syphilitic Gauguin died of heart failure

And the beaches are spotted with the sores with radioactive fish.

 

I tell the native girls that I am a famous artist from Paris.

 

 

…………………………………………………….By Bill White ¬†April 15, 2016