n2ize
12-13-2011, 10:31 AM
Oh junk artist
You search for love
You search for recognition
Amidst your subjects
Everything is your subject
You are an objectivist
You perceive beauty where others see nothing
You are a junk artist
You will wear rags
Till your dying days
And long after your gone
Until some yuppie discovers you
And recognizes your work as fine art.
I want a pretty reindeer
For my holiday's.
You search for love
You search for recognition
Amidst your subjects
Everything is your subject
You are an objectivist
You perceive beauty where others see nothing
You are a junk artist
You will wear rags
Till your dying days
And long after your gone
Until some yuppie discovers you
And recognizes your work as fine art.
I want a pretty reindeer
For my holiday's.