Upon the stately walls my art
in muted tones of sight and sound
shall never really have it's start
with quiet, paunchy guards around
Stanchions holding velvet ropes
keeping sticky hands away
a distance, every artist hopes
holds the random sneeze at bay
Far removed my brushes rest
my pallet cleansed of beauties art
while blades and daggers tensiel test
the hardness of the critic's heart.
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