Everyday, I walk around, seeing my
Favourite things being utterly trashed.
It's all for entertainment, so I'm told,
But I'm tired of all this fun being bashed.
Whether it's something we all know and love,
Or something put to incredible missuse,
Why are these people doing what they do?
Are they idiotic lovers, or do they want an ego boost?
This medium we call art, is just so
Loosely defined. Anyone can be a genius
With little effort, but only others can give
Them that title. Have they seen it?
Have they seen the artist's work?
Or has their perception been lost in the murk?
What's the point in doing something,
If you're not doing it for art?
You've got to be good, you've got to be fresh,
But most importantly, you need to do your part.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Corner
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems that I have written that range from light and bubbly, to highly disturbing. Please vote if you like them and comment if you have any questions, although I may refrain from answering.
