What Even is Art?
For someone who is puzzled by certain types of art...
In ironic fashion, this is a poem about how art confuses me and I sometimes don’t get the meaning of certain mediums.
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What is even real?
Is it the things that I feel?
Is it what is on the page,
Or is it my feeling of rage...
When I see the things people create
I can’t help but just hate...
Is it me or them where stupidity reside
Is it just because I have no one to confide
On the real matters of what makes a person who they are
I am the most cynical by far.
About the Creator
Rich Burton
I’m a mom with crazy boys and I love to be outside playing with them! Whether it’s skiing, climbing, hiking, or playing tag at the park we’re there!
I’ve loved reading and writing my whole life and want to share my enthusiasm with everyone!
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