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A Can of Soup You didn't need to meet him, didn't need to tease him Greet him, fuck him, tuck his shirt-tail in Because it was out. He stepped his tracks plainly didn't need no golden star On a place where people walked in Hollywood. What he saw of his times... the honesty in his bones What it all came to, where it was going. Sloping downhill or up didn't need signs to tell. Andy knew already The falling down was over. the can of soup was left. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2008-04-10 01:03:52
Critiquer Rating During Critique: Unknown
James,
I think I got this........Andy Warhol!
Soup.....
The pop generation.
A coke is a coke and no amount of money can get you a better coke than the one the bum on the corner is drinking. All the cokes are the same and all the cokes are good. Liz Taylor knows it, the President knows it, the bum knows it, and you know it.
I think I get an 'A'
Love the title...
Dellena