Perfectly Pointless Poem
This is a poem about
nothing.
It has nothing inside.
Only words on the page.
When you read it
you waste your time
as you stare
and read every line.
and read every line.
So please, please
stop reading
this perfectly pointless poem.
Jackson Pollock:
Splats of paint on a canvas
make your paintings so unique.
Color scattered all about
is the theme of your technique.
But why?
What does it mean?
Why do you force
us to find our own way?
As I look at your
art
I feel confused
with it all
and know I don't want
this on my wall.
Splats of paint on a canvas
make your paintings so unique.
Color scattered all about
is the theme of your technique.
But why?
What does it mean?
Why do you force
us to find our own way?
As I look at your
art
I feel confused
with it all
and know I don't want
this on my wall.

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