This Poem was published by The Road Not Taken, a formal poetry online magazine and annual paper publication.
And the issue:
Pablo and Max
This is the story of Pablo and Max,
They left New York City to avoid income tax
And gather some primitive artifacts.
They left in the rain in spring ’52
And were seen in the fields with an African gnu
Admiring the shapes that came into view.
While Pablo was digging up red cube-like art,
Max drew some monsters on government charts.
(They looked like amoebas with elongated parts.)
The days were spent studying carvings of stone,
Or walking in jungles out on their own.
An artist knows how to survive alone.
Always popular with their new friends,
These two went about setting new trends.
They taught the natives how to pretend.
Unlike the scientists who went to steal,
The artists just borrowed that primitive feel.
A congenial arrangement, if not ideal.