A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Friday, November 10, 2017

perils of a figure drawing class

People
these days, man. It's depressing

how deep they think that gutter goes

in that idealized-as-filthy mind
of theirs. NOTHING NATURAL
IS SHAMEFUL, YOU TWERPS! GROW UP
GET A CLASSICAL LIBERAL ARTS EDUCATION,
if you doubt me on that one!

Learn 'til it hurts,
and then learn why.
At some point, you'll end up

in a big room,
with desks and easels and every dang class,
it's basically "back to the drawing board!" Drawing
a naked person. Boy, you better watch it
in that room, because
that's a hard room to try to get your comedy routine
to stand up in. They don't even want that. They aren't
even trying to hear it. That's not
what they're there for. Grow up,
and get more businesslike in your manners, because ARTISTS? They don't
even PLAY when it comes to that sort of thing. Truth and beauty, or
it's your ASS. And if you do play, boy, they are
ON TOP of indiscretions

like you've never seen, and could scarcely believe! One wrong step astray
in that room, and you'll be soon sidling to the door, eyes averted
from everyone and doing your best
not to shuffle noisily. Your eyes averted in

guess what?

SHAME. Which is fucking unnatural
if you ask me.

Pervert.

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