I remember his short life. . .
Wig and visage white as ice--
A shallow-seeming man;
Never opened window
Into the vague eyes
That light went into.

Mao, Marilyn displayed
Each in slightly different way;
Each is the same size,
So many you see
And then you realize
That he's putting you on. Oh, Andy!!!

The look on your face was so vacant
Icon in your heyday, though, Andy.
You had a factory full of vagrants
Who came, then went away. So, Andy. . .

It's your Campbell's soup can design
Will be remembered for all time.
But were you really just social climbing?
Your voice was so high 'n'
At times sounded whining. Pose, Andy?

Solanas sauntered in, the gun shaking. . .
Tried to blow you away. Whoa, Andy!
Full recovery you started making
From the attempt to slay. So, Andy. . .

Less than two decades later, there's mourning.
Died not from disease. . .
Malpractice. . .galling. Oh, Andy,

You came and then quickly were taken
At only 58. Oh, Andy,
Your legacy is more than paintin'.
Managed care sealed your fate.

No Andy.