Everyday Poems

If I saw
David Hockney
Down my local
I’d have to tell him
His later work
Is awful

He’d respond
He didn’t care
What I thought
My views, whilst valid
Are not welcome
Or sought

In no uncertain terms
I’d then have to say 
His work is out there
My comments
Are measured
And fair

He’d then retort
Still sipping
His cocktail
Take it or leave it
‘Of my later art
Don’t avail’.

But, if I chanced upon
Tracey Emin
In Waitrose
Would it be rude
To say
I didn’t like her pose

That whilst I recognised
The honesty
In her art
I didn’t really want
To look at
Her private parts

But if I saw
Damien Hurst
In the aquarium
I’d think it fun
Indeed it would be a lark
To cut him in half
And feed him
To the shark