He stuffed a maggot up his nose and then
Intoned a slow, morosely keening chant:
"The mad accountant ate his rancid aunt;
I am the walnut in the lion's den..."
He knelt before the statue of a leek
He'd sculpted out of lard and cloaked in felt,
But as he waited for his thumbs to melt,
The haddock on his head began to speak:

"Look, mate, it's getting tedious, this pose
And arty nonsense. Now you've shocked your dad
Just think where true artistic value grows.
Give up this daft surrealistic fad;
Express your thoughts direct, in simple prose."

He did, and got locked up for it. That's sad.