Is It Art? Poem by Charles Thomson

When cars breakdown the AA man
Can get them all to start.
You tell me this is practical,
but tell me is it Art?

You tell me you've a water wheel
And drive a horse and cart.
All this is self-sufficiency,
but tell me is it Art?

You tell me as we dine tonight
(and order à la carte)
that here the food is excellent,
but tell me is it Art?

You tell me that you love me and
you vow we'll never part,
and this no doubt is love alright,
but tell me is it Art?

You tell me you're a guru and
you promise to impart
the secret of the universe,
but tell me is it Art?

For I'm an artist, I perform:
I vomit belch and fart.
Since I'm an artist you can tell
that what I do is Art.