Get in your Van and Gogh, man, don’t Jackson My Pollock

A fish on the freeway with a chainsaw and a gun

Get in your Van and Gogh, man, don’t Jackson My Pollock

All this is gonna make you be late, so now you better run

Get in your Van and Gogh, man, don’t Jackson My Pollock

A fist full of paint balls with scraped claws ripped straight from the jaws of the sun

Get in your Van and Gogh, man, don’t Jackson My Pollock

If technique is a means to a statement, then get acquainted with reality in a basement, restrained, skinned, and hung

Don’t Jackson My Pollock

Let art often be violent like a client at a silent auction french kissing the docent with poison on his tongue

Don’t Jackson My Pollock

I intend to leave this museum as numb as when I’d first come to first serve the masses a plaque from my gums

Don’t Jackson My Pollock

Subpoena the ignition switch to turn on a stare - there - Marina Abramovic just sat in a chair

Don’t Jackson My Pollock

Where hyenas have perfect pitch like ballerinas want to shit in the air, that’s why dancers say, “merde”

Don’t Jackson My Pollock

Fair, you just want to express yourself freely and plentifully

Don’t Jackson My Pollock

I’ve got nothing against the forces of gravity nor entropy

And it’s not that I don’t appreciate your joy and your reverie

But honestly, I’d heavily recommend if you’re gonna be a honey bee, you should probably find a flower instead of me

Get in your Van and Gogh, man, Don’t Jackson My Pollock

Like orchards in the fall, it’s symbolic
No portrait was nostalgic

Poor misfortune, melancholic, a tortured alcoholic

My Pollock

Just a little breeze, the peace that brings the leaves of trees to breathe in green

Dripping all the paint, the way you play, it rains from brains’ unconscious waves

My Pollock

There are no mistakes, only discoveries hidden in ink blots, so thought Rorschach, who was often plagued with some unease

My Pollock

You’re projecting
And you’re glue!
Whatever you say is infecting your testing and sticks right back to you.

My Pollock

A canvas is a trance
It’s a chance to understand and enhance the vast expanse

My Pollock

Let the media glare
Art for art's sake
Put your heart on a steak and serve it medium rare

My Pollock

I must confess I’ve entertained the idea of splattering everywhere on everyone and everything

My Pollock

There’s been times I wouldn’t mind flinging colors across the room from a credit card or an ad

My Pollock

We’re all just trying to survive late stage capitalism within the context of globalization

My Pollock

Nobody can really concentrate with dizzying swirls of red and black swirling around like the last man laughed

Get in your Van and Gogh, man, don’t Jackson My Pollock