It's funny how the second-rate
love their betters to berate,
to find fault with a complex art,
as if because they're not so smart,
the world itself must simplify:
clouds are wool and fish don't fly.
Though, we know complexity
is the way it has to be;
and tools that deal with that estate 'd
be powerful and complicated
(they couldn't put up so much fuss
if artistry was calculus)
yet, crystal simplicity presented
is similarly resented.
But call the clever arty-farty,
then go poop upon their party.
Race to the bottom. All you have
is da-de-da and boom-boom Chav,
chintzy doilies, candy floss
and other forms of utter dross.
YOU ARE READING
Potatoes
PoetryHot, Sweet, Saucy, Spicy - always filling/fattening. Donder - vb. To blunder about aimlessly, not knowing what the feck one is at.
