It’s Art because I say it’s Art, he yelled,
while ripping preconceptions from their moorings;
my instinct to create will not be quelled
by your establishment (which is so boring).
It’s Art because we call it Art, she stated,
the viewer, not the view, is all that counts;
a work is nothing ’til it’s contemplated,
or bought and hung (for cash in large amounts).
It’s Art because we think it’s Art, he wrote:
each generation redefines the word
to suit their mores; on a cognate note,
the critic is sine qua non (I’ve heard).
It’s Art because it’s Art, is all I say:
I wouldn’t have it any other way…