I don’t understand modern art.
A performance artist printed on a Picasso
Wrote in the white of a wrap’round face
His name.
Telling us his amazed audience
That this is a message to the poor miserable masses
About consuming consumable colors
And pretty pigment on parchment
How art is an awful illusion
Admitting to us all as if
Texting in a theater
Screaming in the cathedral
Urinating on puppies (and perhaps)
Shitting on kittens.
And I do not understand modern art.