First of all, I like the word(s) Avant garde and secondly I (sometimes/mostly pretend to) like avant garde art. But most importantly, I have had enough of rum (read coffee) inside my head (again!, read belly) to write this.
A few days ago, I re-listened to this Beatles's song: Her majesty, it's a 20 odd second song
I want to tell her that I love her a lot
But I gotta get a bellyful of wine
Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl
Someday I'm going to make her mine.