I've no desire. ..
Artistic power is debased.
This schlock bought each day.

The "painter of light"
Has financial powers
'cause he's got a big crew
Painting such schlock
All night long, then he
Signs it. . .big fee.

Come with me now
To a franchise store, and there in it
Are bucolic woods;
This stuff is not good;
The windows are illuminated
By light that bursts through them.
Tell me, why would you
Buy this stuff, dude?

Tom's* house is a very, very trite house,
Much too perfect the yard,
The surfaces aren't hard;
It's kitsch, visual cliché that you view.
It ain't art, art, art, art, art. . . .

Tom's house is a very, very trite house,
Soft surfaces, not hard,
Looks like pigmented lard;
It's kitsch, visual cliché that you view.
That's Tom's. . .

I've no desire
To go and shower him with wast-
ed cash I'd pay.


*Thomas Kincaide, so-called painter of light