At the Shrine of the Prima Donna of the self
Top Dog is the worship of dollars
Here, Tracy Emin's the high priestess
Of the cult of me me me
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a well said poem about a different world in which we all inhabit, the only difference is in our world we are all skint?
Someone said art is what the artist decides I wonder this poem give full rein to views held by many that modern art is all smoke, mirrors and fakery with the new however odd or eccentric view by the sheep called critics as the next big thing this poem delves into this world but make only observations it is for the reader to decide I think I agree with your assessment. I sometime thinkpoetry is going down the same route onlty time will tell. Great piece thanks
A mass of contemplations that captures the view point of an observer.