Salvador Dali, a Haunting

 

 

I hate that b*****d, Salvador Dali

He’s in my closet again

My clothes don’t fit unless I’m bent in half

He abuses my politics

and rearranges all my furniture

 

Dead for twenty years-

You’d think he’d have something better to do

          than break another perfectly good watch

And I’m so sick of him preening in the hall mirror!

What an annoying haunt

 

Listen, Dali, I banish you to harass some grandchild of Picasso

I know you’re secretly jealous,

          you’re all pretension in death

And remember, no amount of genius, (even authentic genius),

will atone for the sins of the pompous