Pollock splashed it around
Rode a bike through it
But thanks to the booze
Eventually blew it.
Let me through, I’m Saatchi!
I’ll tell you what’s good Art
If you’re rich, thick and pretentious
I’m the place to start.
Pablo could draw when he was a lad,
Then he found Cubism, a bit of a fad
But its all gone a bit wonky
Said the winsome Paloma
I strongly suspect early onset glaucoma.
Tracey’s bed and Dave’s dead shark
Leave the punters in the dark
Is it art or a bit of malarkey
“Who cares? It sells” says nice Mr Saatchi.
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