MayMetMo 2020 #13: Impolite for Art

The cultural museum of Profanity opened several months ago and no one had, thus far, been able to walk through its entirety without bolting for the exits.  The excitement was palpable in the teen’s minds as they drew near the entrance lined in the queue behind countless others, some from their own school, but hundreds more that did not.  In fact for the first time in memory, the line for the Museum wrapped around the block and was filled for the most part, with children.   The director of the exhibit had anticipated this and filled the brochure with all manner of kid-friendly advertising.  As minutes in the line turned to hours, frustration began to grow in the hearts of the young, who were often entitled, and accustomed to getting things their way in a timely fashion.   Once inside, and had paid their fee, they were ushed into rows and columns of other lines and a confusing array of corridors and pathways with no deviation of a congruent set of rules to follow.   They wandered to and fro looking for the exhibit they’d been promised, but more often than not, simply bumbled and bumped into each other, such were their numbers and spewed profanities and negative energy at each other as they passed.     Finally, eager to see what they’d been promised at the end of the road, only to find a door that led back outside of the building, where confusion found them.

Meanwhile, inside the museum, the curator and dilettantes, upper crust, and rich of society beheld the spectacle behind cool glass and closed doors.  reflecting on the impropriety and rudeness of the young and masses.   A true art exhibit, with human nature on display.