So what is art anyway

Is it canvass wrapped around
a wooden rectangle
painted trees from a certain angle,

a crowded dusty city scene
or memories from
a shadowy dream?

Is the paint stroked on
or is it scrubbed?
Is it nameless
or can it be dubbed?
where is it in this vast world of art?
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And when she’s done
that’s when she’s just begun.
And when she’s done
that’s when she’s done in.
Does her art get thrown
in the veritable dust bin?

Is she special?
Did she say anything new?
Or is it the same age old stew
of potted plants in a still life?
Or does the bowl of fruit
represent the artist’s strife?

She goes on line
to dig in the mine,
to find her place in a very long line.
Everyone wants to get in
to the inter net.
It’s a place to be, and yet
it's a very iffy bet.

It’s a mind game.
but it’s her game
and she’s lame
because she won’t follow the rules
and let herself be measured by fools.
Is it dough?
I don’t know.
Did I get into the show?

Who makes the rules of the game?
Who decides she’s a Name?
Who is the ruler
of an artists success?
who says what good is?
It’s anyone’s guess.

It's late in the game
for her to ask this stuff.
It’s a lame game
in scene that’s so rough
asking: "hey baby are you in style?"
"Maybe baby, just for a while."

But she still wants to know
Did I get into the show?