I Think Therefore I Yam What I Yam

I'm looking at the painting.
I stand there a while and try and get it. I'm not sure I do.
Other people walk by. I don't know if they get it either but they don't seem to be trying very hard. They don't dawdle, they pass by as if on an escalator.
I'm trying. I focus on it. It's of Popeye. He's against a collage background with a big red inflatable lobster painted hanging above his head. It's by Jeff Koons, it's a small exhibition of his work. I guess it's about the usual stuff: consumerism and childhood and memories and... uh... big red inflatable lobsters.
Wait, maybe it's trying to say that... er.... um... consumerism is inflatably childish? No, I don't get it.
'Maybe art is the spinach,' Koons allegedly said.
Well, it's made me feel like some spinach and god knows that makes me art for a while afterwards... 

Arf arf.