I, for one, appreciate that compilation.

Speaking of skullpture, it dawned on me that I had seen another skull at the Philly Museum within the last few years. Perhaps you folks can help me remember: it is a regular human skull that an artist from South America has emblazoned with a pencil drawing. I believe that he may have been making reference to practices in his country. Its interesting to note that both his and Hirst’s are embellished with carbon. Two very different takes on the ashes-to-ashes theme. Between the two, I much prefer the pencil rendition as I can get my jollies at the Swarovsky emporium.

The complete nutty rhyme is compiled here with 8 more lines I added for some good measure…

Artists don’t have time to mull -
o’er anything other than human skull.
The fad started when a demon first
possessed the mind of one Damien Hirst.

Such a lucky demon
That he should find
That Damien’s cranium
Holds a diamond mind.

Sharks and cows
that have been sliced
serve the purpose only to entice
hungry young artists to incite
their own diamond demons
with all their might.

But nothing gold, we’re told, can stay,
So diamonds might be brought into play.
Give me a few or give me more
Give me the glitter and hear me roar.

Pshaw with the rhinestones –
a devil’s delight.
A diamond’s forever,
a girl’s proper right.

But rhinestones are all
One can properly ask
When a girl’s proper right
Is a Halloween mask.

Diamonds, rhinestones and sparkly lights,
are but fleeting and ephemeral delights.
Of no use other than to justify,
a life lived hollow - to clarify.

Nevertheless, it looks like the real deal
collected with ever ginormous zeal,
lies glittering inside Damien’s (bank) vaults
the results of these tasteless assaults.

Do you actually roar? But then I can imagine you bellowing your lungs out at the fossil beds.

Pshaw with the rhinestones –
a devil’s delight.
A diamond’s forever,
a girl’s proper right.