Art Is Fake Poem by William S. Jensen

Art Is Fake



It seems to me that art is fake
Derived from lies and induced states
The ones whose paragons we place in glory
Are often plagued by self-consistory
Imprinted by some unknown curse
Or simply loathing, self-induced
I often think what life would be
Without those states of false reality
Maybe good or maybe bad
Without the shame without the sad

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