Colours collide and they then make a slide
Angles of sharp and of length
Busy and bold, from a heart uncontrolled
Shouting out with a palate of strength
Such visions from him on his creative whim
Unique for the time of his era
Threw these shapes in your face, would you tamper or taste?
Lines obey and the loud hang together
For years I've been staring, my eyes yet declaring
Some new nook or cranny in frame
As my backside goes numb, either side of my bum
Glow with indents and partly from shame
Now I'm hot and I'm sweating, and holey regretting
Hanging Wassily on my bog door
Was just here to sit, while attempting to sh*t
But the print you just cannot ignore...!!
Is it weird then to have, a masterpiece in your lav
That gets more views than would in the hall?
In the great name of art, when you let off a fart
Try Kandinsky hung on your loo wall!
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