Like the timeless masters, I suffer for my art.
And there it is, the sound of a painful fart.
It heralds the coming of a masterpiece.
A poop so stinky it’ll destroy world peace.
I take pride in my work, I labour over the details.
My artwork leaves exquisite brown meat trails.
Each painting, sculpture and unloading…
Canvas, slate and porcelain left corroding.
My art gallery has a scent that won’t be ignored.
Because I just won the smelliest dumping award!