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Art has to be foisted on people

Pushed through the doors of indifference
Stuck on billboards of vacant mind

Paid for in guilt, tax-free
Conscience of the inhospitable State

Otherwise
There will be no Art

Only the creativity of the void of
Cornering Markets.

(Previously published in SubtleTea, Oct.2003)

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