You drew me naked

You drew me naked 
With strokes of feeling
A Micheal angelo 
On the Sistine ceiling
My manhood stood
For you erect
But it wasn’t 
Politically correct 
So to disguise
This fact of life
They castrated art
With their knife
And grew a fig leaf 
As overalls 
A leafy underpants
To dress my balls
If art is meant 
To paint in lies
It will the truth disguise
And water down 
The wine we drink
To make us stop
And never think
Leave us poorer
With it’s censored stance
And kill the secrets
Of romance
Let speech be free
Let mouths speak
But never on canvas
The truth to leak
The naked truth
To shy to see
The naked beauty
Can’t be free
A fig leaf truth
Is a half truth told
By artist who
Their souls have sold
And art it’s not
But a tampered crime
Where art is spoken
In a mime
Of half suggestions
A bungled mess
Where truth is hidden
In a fig leaf dress

You drew me naked

timbuckley

Muckross Killarney, Ireland

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A poem against artistic censorship for adult audience

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