Andante moderato
Forget about the riches
Fuck! It’s Jack Freak Pictures.
Fashion dance so extraordinary
In fear, in love of the ordinary;
Tend it trend it, call it bend-it
Film it, edit it, then send it,
Envy intense dedication of total unity
Art for all; In a world of dull conformity.
Naked shit pictures inspired outrage?
Others need blazing’ on the canvas stage.
Vast giant colour, with words to read
Want to be different, Oh yes indeed.
Living Sculptures, Where will it lead?
Well – Finding God, Finding God to seed.
Saint Martin’s school, place of celebration
Of Gordon’s spirit, fine tool of inebriation.
Born of a fresh – genteel age
Canvas life demands, a relevant stage.
With raw art’s smouldering passion
And fostering such dapper classic fashion;
Originality and endeavour – ultimately wins
Opinionated characteristic, styled as twins.
Sonofagod is a statement of belief
Or a collection of uniform, such a relief.
Questing unsettling, symbolically absurd
Described as ritualistic and quite disturbed;
The purity of the crass embrace the simplicity
Challenge the preconceptions, what eccentricity!
But do inform us please – What colour are you
Are you green or are you red, are you pink or are you blue;
Are you black or are you grey
So formally refined, each bespoke day.
Exhibit the unveiled, things left unsaid
A deeper shade indeed, of desperation red;
Hue of the mind, its kinda symbolic quirk
Outside the road sign, says ‘genius at work’.
Underneath the Arches glow to electronic paint
Homely smug, so essentially quaint.
Behind the sharp suits and graphic turds
More than graffiti, or just Dirty Words.
Anarchy in ties, no limits denies
No question to gross, to expand the whys.
From London’s East End – that’s the place to go
On Mother Kelly’s doorstep, down Paradise Row.
