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Child painting










They lust and slaver,

Oohed and aahed,

prestigious piece,

held with regard.


Stepping back,

to take it in,

I’m at a loss,

where to begin.


What it means –

can but surmise,

the Emperor’s clothes,

to a child’s eyes.


But still they come,

to worship it,

priceless pap,

elitist crit.


Decadent daubs,

and senseless scribble,

visual vomit,

verbal drivel.


Pretentious, pointless,

beholding eye,


to all but thy.


© Elephant in the Room 26.01.2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Child painting (Photo credit: magnusfranklin)