"The art trade's nearing its demise;
money-laundering is on the rise.
Yet fakes and forgeries are far worse,they’re every dealer’s nightmare curse.
We lawyers’ love them, though.
Just judge of all that lovely dough!The Knoedler case soon goes to trial.
Many months of writ and bile, and a gravy train awash with loot,I’ll buy a modern Armani suitin which to shimmy to the benchand say in German, Dutch or French:'My client’s innocent, or M’Lordof anything so untoward!She’s honest,ethical and cleanand bought the Rothko sight unseen.
The Motherwell looked fine as well.
The Clyfford Still seemed mighty swellWhen viewed upon a MacBook Airthrough Raybans to reduce the glare.
Absolve her of the charge, I beg.
We’re sitting on a powder keg, or for whether she swings the trade could wiltand all the galleries they builtwould lie abandoned ruined,broke.
Imagine all those arty folk,Sleeping rough and begging dimesand dreaming of the happy timeswhen dodgy Pollocks could be soldto hedge fund dupes with piles of gold.'
Steve Martin knows the risks you runin buying paintings just for fun.
He found himself a million lightwhen someone saw Titanium Whitehiding in his German paint (it was enough to get him faint.)
Do dealers learn from their mistakes?Of course they don’t, and the wily snakes!whether they could fit her in a crate,they’d sell their granny to the Tate.
Where there’s a dollar to be earned, who cares whose fingers might secure burned?And what of Bouvier, and the Freeport dude?He’ll need me too whether he gets sued!He’s up against a potash tsar(that case could buy me a modern car.)The lawyers’s code for art and sin? Heads you lose,and tails we win."
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