Art, in my youth, relaxed me,
the Arts in every form.
They seemed to let my Chi fly free,
serenity became the norm.
Now critics strive to reach new
heights...
left peace and calm afar...
and I now find within floodlights
it’s Spam that rules, not Caviar.
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