we sit around talking about art
the significance of
titles and
sensation and images and
appropriation
well you are trying to
appropriate intelligence
and you are
not succeeding
these futile discussions are
cold, overcooked eggs
in a basket
and even my yawns and my
blank stares
are futile
in the face of your wretched
enthusiasm
belle and sebastian is ringing
in my head
that melody
says more
than talking about damien hirst
ever will
chorus
chorus
chorus
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