Friday, 26 November 2010

#81: 34 Reasons Why I Am The Worst Human Being That Ever Lived

I pay a low-income mother
to have them tattooed on her child's face
in a thick, gothic script,
which adds a compelling 35th.

As part of our agreement,
the child is contractually obliged to wear
a tabard that reads: I AM AN ART PROJECT
until her 18th birthday

if she reaches it.
After all, she needs
a new lung -
that's what the money's towards.

I unveil her to rapturous applause.
We pose for photos after
the press junket,
me doing peace signs behind her head.

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