I had a nightmare recently (after a spate of grant rejections) in which I was in art school again.

The problem this time around was that I somehow matriculated in the wrong degree program.

Due to an unfortunate dyslexic precondition of mine, I applied for an MBA, instead of an MFA.

Initially, I failed to notice my mistake, as my first semester’s studios were in Creative Finance.

The next term however, I was lost in the lecture class: The Fine Art of Mergers & Acquisitions.

But everything came together in my graduate thesis - a solo exhibit of my Diversified Portfolio.

After graduating, I entered the job market, and successfully climbed the corporate pay scale.

I started drinking Johnnie Walker, just like Jackson Pollock at NYC’s infamous Cedar Tavern.

I wore a Rolex timepiece, crafted by the very company that gifted one to Helen Frankenthaler.

I bought a BMW... as Calder, Stella, Lichtenstein, and Warhol each painted a car for their ads.

I then screamed, “KEEP THOSE INFERNAL BIKES OFF OF MY BLESSED MOTORWAY!”

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