Purgatory: A Non-Allagorical PoemOnce at the museum, I happened unto seeA portrait of a wealthy man, merchant or nobilityWho paid to have his portrait made by master of the brushJust something to hang on the wall to show his life was lushBut the little label by the frame a different story toldOf artist's moods and archetypes and gods and kings of oldWithin the frame none of these things appeared in any wayBut the critic said that's just my simple mind. It's all there plain as day!I tuned the radio on my way home just in time to hearA song I'd heard several times before. I knew the tune by earHalf the words were nonsense, but I thought that was fineCorpo
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