Once upon our time
In the year 2009
There lived an emperor
Who was bored
He woke up one morning
With a briliant idea
He wanted to be an artist
The greatest in the world
He would creat art
As never seen before
It would be admired
By all in his empire
He would stand naked
For all to see
With a big red spot
Painted on his chest
He summoned the state curator
And his p.r. deparment
They prepared the exhibition
In the state's museum
All the ministers came
To the royal opening
And all the rich and oligarchs
And intelectuals too
They passed empty rooms
Painted in white
And came drink in hand
Upon the emperors work of art
There stood the masterpiece
Naked as the day he was born
Red spot in space
Was the name of the great work
What genius what courage
Cried the crowd
A turning point in art history
Said the famous art critic
Suddenly from the crowd
a young voice was heard
It is only a naked emperor
he cried for all to hear
Not a work of art
No great masterpiece
Just a silly emperor
With no clothes on
Hush fell on the place
No one dared to breath
All eyes turned to see
Who dared so to speak
It was a young boy
Who stood before them
The one from the original story
sure to be famous again
But then the curator spoke
As angry as can be
It is you who cannot see
You stupid old fashioned child
This is a new world
A post modern one
everything goes today
Just say it is art and it will be
Then the critic spoke
So serious and composed
This is liberated art
existential bablatism at its best
And all the people there
Looked with pity on the kid
Go home you foolish boy
Dont ever disturb us again
Away went the young child
Not wanted any more
To an art school he enrolled
An artist he would be
Today he is a great artist
The creator of many empty works
Known the world over
As the first in bulshitism
Was it only a fairy tale
Or were we different once
Has the dam broken down
And the flood has come
Could there once have been
An exhibition about void
Eight empty rooms
A retrospective of empty exhibitions
And for objectivity's sake
Could a self taught artist like me
be part of the art world
With the rules that used to be
I am sending this to blogspace
Another world without boundaries
Could it be
That the child will point on me?
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