"O, sir, to wilful men, The injuries that they themselves procure Must be their schoolmasters." King Lear, II, iv First it was art so wrongly eschewed, in favor of Vicky, so shamelessly nude. Now ev'n the pageviews are are quickly dismissed. Twas not my best work, I'm mightly pissed. For phillistines, knaves, and barbaric rubes, still gape in wonder at pendulous boobs. Twas attention I craved and yes many hits. But please, please, don't look at the tits. It must be the juveniles, the wankers, the tarts, who stand so unmoved by the greatness of art. Her form may be plastic, her smile vacated, But Vicky's the girl and most like her naked. So mount if you must the skeletal steed. Spur bony flanks and make all due speed. To disdain indignation 'twould be folly indeed. So pray thee brother, do but water the seed. But on this journey one might take to heart, That one man's folly is another man's art.

"Democracy is a pathetic belief in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance." - H. L. Mencken