They should serve food in art galleries.
It would bring more bodies in
so the masses can proclaim, with satisfied grins,
that they are patrons of the arts
while they gobble tasteless, cold, mushy,
food-like substances, glancing in between bites
at walls attempting to satiate
a go-go-go society’s need for culture
when there is no desire to spend the time
actually absorbing it.
Picasso to go, please–and a number 5.
Hold the ketchup and the conversation–
no time for that.
(c) 2010 Carrie A. Vibert, all rights reserved