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Untitled (crazy world of art)
He didn't intend on dying poor.
So he multiple murdered and left a spoor.
Previously, created canvasses had been distributed
To his friends and associates.
Now on E-Bay.
For the signature you pay.
Previously, he had scrawled on the cadavers
Each of the titles of his paintings.
Thirteen in all.
One entitled "A May Ball".
Now, he's with his lawyers,
Examining the technicalities,
He says he thought it a good investment,
And couldn't stand the way the tap dripped, anymore.
by Michael Speakman
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