Acts of Omission ~ Sunday, October 26, 2025

Mr. Gabidar burns capitalist money
inviting investigation from the Bureau
suffering from midlife identity crisis
taken from CCTV video records
entirely captured while offering spare cash
received from the local Chase bank, two dollar bills

Gabidar burns each bill as he gives them away
admittedly, he states, an art installation
burns money to get attention for homelessness
inviting investigation, stand on the flag
despite the news coverage, the notoriety
art for art's sake, a lie, starving artists suffer
remembering the cause for the stunt, the homeless

burnt from neglect, lack of guidance, exploitation
understanding profit from artistic exploits
renegade punk, Gabidar makes a foundation
needless to say, prior to the event, to help
set-up a non-profit for the homeless to make

citizens aware of their plight and poverty
asked why two dollar bills, Hypocrite Jefferson
pushed for Democracy for all but African slaves
inviting investigation, Gabidar laughs
to say artists are not fodder for the Bureau
art is always a big business venture to earn
lessons to learn and platitudes to overcome
inviting investigation, Gabidar waits
succor for the helpless comes with brands and trademarks
treasury coffers fill from the right investments

missions run by the grace of countless volunteers
obedient servants of faith in humankind
notoriety becomes Mr. Gabidar
envelopes pass as if at a Jewish wedding
yes, artists with connections to the mafia

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