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Copyright 2006
Brandon Cropper
Picasso
By Brandon Cropper
He sensed the presense of madness
And saw his chance for fame;
Without learning the painterly art,
He could give as profound the inane.
He saw that art was corrupted,
Egalitarianized,
To the lowest common devisor,
From the values the Renaissance prized.
The stuff he made they call art,
Though that’s just a sign of the times,
A symptom of the corruption,
A signal of reason’s demise.
The stuff he painted was nonsense,
Random chaotic trash,
Hostile to reason and purpose,
Destructive, hateful and crass.
Today it is called Abstract Art.
This corruption does have a source:
His name is Immanuel Kant,
Irrational without remorse.
Immanuel Kant is the motive at base;
His fallacies trace back to Descartes.
Descartes brought Plato back from disgrace,
And here, we find the chain starts.
So it turns out we have Plato to thank
For creating all this insanity,
And making occur in our world today
A state of boastful inanity.
The End
Copyright 2006
Brandon Cropper
brandonjesse (at) hotmail (dot) com