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What do they view, How do they see? What is art to another, Simply childish to me, Self proclaimed experts, Studied for years, What cost little to produce, Worth a mint to their peers. Splash on some paint, A swirl with a brush, Have the right contacts, these works sell in a rush, Renaissance, impressionist, cubist and baroque, A progression of history’s greatest work, But try as I might, to appreciate the Tate, however I stare and position I take, Emperor’s clothes is all that appear, The walls of my home they will never get near. — Philip Wood |