A shed full of art Hung like a masterpiece on a wall Inside the paradox of cultures Arranged on a magnificent frame With details to make the eyes water As if G-d had just hit a toe The pictures are as crystal clear as a Kodak moment Whilst the frame Sits holding just another picture photograph works of egocentrics Never to be studied alone or viewed as a piece of art It was the creator who worked day and night To fix every inch of his canvas only to insert a canvas Blinding the viewer of his masterpiece As if his art was kept stored in a shed never to be seen