Jackson Pollock was a destructive prick

Jackson Pollock was a destructive prick
Ejaculating from the depths of Hades. 

Let’s not confuse artistic expression
Divine inspiration
With vanity.

I wonder if there would be enough blood
In the bodies of two women
To splatter across a large canvas,
And would the drops be distinguished
From one another?

God most certainly is not dead. 
We tried to kill him, but we failed. 

And yet, I ask myself
If I were to choose between a world
Filled with seven billion Jackson Pollocks
And a world filled with seven billion mask-wearing followers,
Which one would I choose?

Come on now, let’s take it easy.
We can find a middle ground. 
But it sure ain’t the one 
Between Hades and the Heavens.