Today's Music

The art was most masterful on the dark canvas Or is it still the most wonderful here on Earth? I sense the art delves out from the ears of Kansas Providing me reasons for the faults of my birth The dark canvas a decade ago spoke pure gold Now all I see is sheep shopping for one’s shame Pyrotechnics? Poses? Pouts? Purchases? So old A dog-eat-dog world gives thy name a fame they won’t blame Talent alone speaks no fortune, but fear and foes I see a shooting star and I’d say to myself I wish such nonsense was never the case. There goes! There goes my hall of fame. On a rancid rusty shelf. Nonetheless, those lips that kiss and swear won’t survive Neither will the words of money run from thy mouth Let the moment of my truth prevail and arrive And you’d see someday all this racket would go south Poem for 'Choose a topic sentence' contest Hosted by Miranda Hawley Chosen sentence - 'The art was most masterful on the dark canvas' The chosen sentence is on the very first verse.