Just because you call yourself an artist,
That gives you more power,
Call others stupid, to make yourself seem like the smartest,
Your ego standing high, high as a tower,
But the most famous tower is Leaning.
You demand respect, but give nothing back-
Say that all art has a reason, but if all life is art, then tell me what's your meaning?
Since your an Art teacher, I'll give you a performing act,
Doth thou read my lips, when I tellest thou to fuck thineself?
Oh sorry, you only know how to draw, nothing to do with the Fine Arts.
Such a pity to waste supplies on yourself,
I'm free to sound as mean as I want, because fortunately, you haven't a heart.
But my, may I say what raw talent you have,
Truely the first mark of man,
By "raw," I mean prehistoric, your taste is dead, leave it be in it's grave.
You know that none of us really give a damn?
You make me want to vomit at every narcissistic word you spit,
Talking blah, blah, blah,
Another lesson in your wrong information, all the wrong shit,
Hmmm, nah,
I think you should drop the performance,
I bet you secretly smoke a bong when no one's looking.
To help your drunk, half-assed self out, read this correspondense;
A bird can mean many things, but to put this pussyfooting,
A finger, a bird, and a phrase means all the same,
And same to be,
Read my digits, or make like a photographer and turn it into a frame,
I mean to tell you, Mr. Hippie,
Fuck you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems by Me
PoetryI write poems sometimes, and a lot of people seemed to like em, so why not put them on here? Won't post every so often, you've been warned. Some have swearing. (image my own art)