CAMP Poem by Nyk de Vries

Architects defend architects. Lawyers defend lawyers. Typists defend typists. Artists defend artists. I defended you until we broke up, you took up with a plasterer and we ended up in different camps. I was desperate, but still went off to see the world. I saw differences and suddenly understood why the country was filled with identical houses, the streets with identical cars. I decided to give up defending. I turned onto the road and left the Frisian subsidised art scene behind me.