This rabbit has a poem for you. Animation still courtesy of Kenny Schachter.
This rabbit has a poem for you. Animation still courtesy of Kenny Schachter.

I used to be a toy
And meant to bring you joy
Not sure what I should call myself
Am I a girl or a boy?

Are you tempted to plant a kiss?
Looking for ever-lasting bliss?
It’s physical, it’s spiritual
But bottom line—it’s just big business.

Meant to take you to another place
Not exactly furthering the human race
But what you’ll see peering into me
A nice reflection of your face

Is it simply a matter of taste
Or a colossal financial waste?
Am I a liar, or object of desire,
Unique or just cut and paste?

Imbuing me with meaning may seem a little reckless
If you don’t believe then you can buy me as a necklace

Christie’s called me “earth-shattering”
and boy, that’s awfully flattering

With rampant prejudice and poverty
Am I anything more than a novelty?

$50, $60, $70 million or more
Listening to my maker is really a bore

He’s on the cover of Vanity Fair, exposed to the max
His worshippers duped by art-critic hacks

Its kitsch! It’s bling! Aesthetics been kinked!
Let’s be real and reveal we’ve all been hoodwinked

I’m just a shiny inflatable bunny
Who thinks the art market is all a bit funny
And if you really want to own me
I’m gonna set you back a whole lot of money